Both Sam and Dean returned to the table at the same time. Dean was carrying an old blue and purple flannel, scissors, and a mini sewing kit that the boys use sometimes for stitches. Sam was holding a granola bar and a glass of water with a straw. When they sat across from each other at the table, the noticed Cas had fallen asleep with his tie wrapped around him.
"Is he sleeping?" Dean asked as he put his supplies on the table to begin making something for Cas to wear.
"It seems like it. He told me that another side effect he got was that he felt human. Should we let him sleep?" Sam looked at the food in his hands and back at Cas. Dean shrugged and began cutting his up his old shirt. Sam smiled.
"Dean, you even know what you're doing?"
"Shut it Sam." Dean tried to ignore him. Dean cut out two tee shirt shaped pieces and began sewing them together. When Dean held it away from him to see the finished product. Sam let out a quiet laugh. Dean glared at him.
"It doesn't look that bad." Dean reassured himself. "Let's test it shall we?" Dean didn't want to wake Cas so he tried slowly putting his limbs through the arm holes. When he got his head through, he pulled it down over him. Cas was so tired he didn't even flinch once. The little shirt Dean made went down to Cas's knees, making it more like a dress. Which was a relief to Dean, he didn't want to make pants. A shirt was hard enough as it was. Dean bunched up the tie and threw it to the side.
"Where is he going to sleep?" Dean asked his brother, who seemed to be staring off into space.
"I vote your room." Sam replied.
"My room? Why not your room?" Dean squinted. Sam made his typical moose shrug, smiled and left to the kitchen. Dean was left alone with the tiny sleeping Castiel. Dean poked at him a few times but Cas didn't respond. Dean let out a sigh and lifted him into the palm of his hand and carried him back to his room.
In his room, Dean set Cas down on his pillow as he changed into more comfortable clothing. When he set him down, he made enough room for Cas to have the whole left side of his bed. He left the room after shutting the lamp off to let him sleep. When he returned to the table, he stood in front of his brother with his arms crossed. Sam glanced once but then refused to look at him, knowing he must still be angry that he decided to do the case solo.
"I thought we were a team, brothe-"
"Its not like that, Dean." Sam interrupts before Dean finishes his sentence. Dean raises his hands in defense. Sam sighs and runs his hands through his hair, pushing his laptop back.
"Cas asked me to do it for him." Sam shrugs. "Plus, he needs someone to take care of him while he's in that state." Dean leaves to the kitchen and comes back with a beer.
"You can't even tell me about it?" Dean takes a sip from the bottle. Sam shakes his head and closes his laptop.
"I'm going to have to make a run out tomorrow, there is some sort of spell book that contains a spell that can fix him." Sam stands and stretches his arms above his head. "Don't take it personally Dean, It will make sense when we get him back to normal." Sam slaps his older brothers shoulder on his way out of the room. Deans sits at the table Dean stands and finishes his beer before cleaning up.
Later in the day, Dean finds himself watching a sad drama movie on the laptop, Cas has been sleeping for roughly five hours, and Sam has been busy sorting through the Men of Letters files. Dean wipes another tear from his eye as the woman who is a demon in his movie is reunited with her long lost soul mate, an angel. The movie was a tear fest for Dean, but it is not the first time he has watched it. There are three empty bottles of beer sitting around him, and about twenty tissues. When he hears Sam, he gathers all of his used tissues, stuffs them under his leg, and switches the movie to porn, because it's easier to explain. When his brother makes an appearance he stops.
"Dean, stop watching porn on my laptop, seriously." Sam says angrily. His expression softens slight and he tilts his head to the side. "Are you crying?" Dean closes the laptop forcefully. He gathers this empty beer bottles and walks quickly to the kitchen. Sam follows with a sly smile on his face.
"Were you watching that weird chick flick movie that you love for some reason?" Sam crosses his arms as he watches his brother begin to prepare dinner.
"Sam, porn gets me emotional sometimes, you know that." Dean says, refusing to look at him. Sam squints his eyes at him
"I mean it's a great movie." Sam manages to get out without laughing. Sam knows Dean watches that movie at least twice a week.
"I don't even know what movie you're talking about." Dean lies.
"There's a wonderful thing called browser history, Dean. Next time you should try the incognito window instead." Sam continues. "Do you think I should wake up Cas? He might be hungry."
"He gets hungry too?" Dean looks at his brothers hazel eyes with amusement.
"He said he feels human, so yeah. I'll see if I can get him up." Sam leaves the room. Dean decides to make his favorite food for dinner. This is the second time they have had burgers this week but what can Dean say, they are good. He places a cooked burger on one plate and the second one on the other. He places them on buns and dresses them in condiments. When he remembers that Cas might be eating with them he makes a special burger just for him. It takes forever to cut it into little pieces that he might be able to eat, then serves them onto the table. He takes three beers from the fridge and puts them in front of the plates. When Sam comes back, Cas is in the palm of his hand, his dark hair pressed in a wild mess. Sam sets him on the table and Cas walks to his plate and looks at the cut up pieces. He eats them slowly, obviously still tired for sleeping all day. When Dean realizes that Cas can't open or drink out of his beer bottle he leaves and comes back with a shot glass and a straw. He opens the bottle and pours it in and places the straw inside.
"Thank you Dean, this is delicious." Cas says as he grasps the straw and takes a sip. "Even though water is healthier."
"Dean, why do we have burgers at least once a week?" Sam asks.
"Stop complaining Sammy." Dean says as he takes another bite. They eat in silence for a while.
When dinner was over, Sam cleaned up the table then reverted back to the files to finish sorting them. Cas stretches and walks to Dean and cranes his neck to look up at him.
"How are you Dean." Cas says. Dean looks down at him and smiles while taking another sip of his last beer of the day.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Dean replies and looks back into the angels blue eyes. Cas shrugs.
"I like the shirt you made me. Its a little big but, it will do." Cas looks down at himself. "Am I sleeping in your room again?"
"How did you even know that was my room?"
"I've been in your room before, and you have a distinct smell." Cas replies then reaches his tiny hand out to touch Dean's index finger for balance. "I'm tired though. I don't have to sleep in your bed though."
"No you can sleep in my bed, I'll find somewhere else I suppose." Dean finishes his beer and puts it on the empty bottle on the table.
"No, I'll sleep somewhere else." Cas argues.
"Cas, no I can find somewhere else."
"We could just share your bed." Cas crosses him. Dean rolls his eyes.
"You're a grown man. You can sleep in your own room."
"It might not make much sense, but in this size I do have to urinate more often." Cas confesses. The room falls in silence. Dean bows his head into his hand and rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm.
"Did you piss in my bed, Cas." Dean refuses to look at him. Cas fidgets a little before nodding. "Oh my god, Cas. Why didn't you bother to tell me that!" Dean raises his voice. Dean was angry at first but it slowly faded. Cas couldn't help it, Dean knew that but it was the thing that Cas didn't even bother to tell him what happened is what made him angry. The angel opened his mouth to say something but then closed it.
"It wont happen again, Dean." Cas promised. Dean sighs and picks little Cas up by his arm and plops him into his palm.
"Yeah, shut up." Dean says.
When they return to Deans room, he puts Cas on his pillow and Dean replaced the sheets with new ones.
"Cas, you have the left side of the bed. If you need to go. Please wake me up or I swear to god." Dean lays his bed and pulls the covers up. "Also, Don't lay directly behind me, I am a restless sleeper." Cas slides off of his pillow and pulls the blankets up to his chin.
"Goodnight Dean." Cas says. When Dean doesn't reply, Cas slowly drifts off.
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