Castiel was currently outside, sitting down in the fallen leaves and leaning against the shed. His eyes were closed, a slightly irritable expression on his face. Today happened to be one of the days in which he had an absolutely horrible headache, and so he was sitting out here, listening to the leaves crunch and fly around in the breeze. It was really nice outside, so that kind of helped, what with the sun shining down through the trees on him and everything. Most days it was cold, now, as it was the end of fall, so he didn't spend much time outside besides when Dean and himself built a fire.
Dean was inside, he knew, but Castiel had no idea what he was doing. He hadn't been in there for a few hours, and he knew that Dean didn't need him to check up on him or anything. He was a grown man. A drug addicted, greasy grown man, but Castiel was the same, so he couldn't really say anything about that besides the not-so-subtle suggestions for building a shower.
He heard the door to the shed open after a bit, leaves crunching under the weight of Dean's shoes, no doubt. He loved that sound, but at the moment it only served to irritate his headache, especially when he could hear Dean walking closer. "Hey, Cas,"
Dean spoke softly enough, for which he was grateful, but at the same time he'd rather him not speak at all. Castiel's eyes snapped open, blue gaze locking on Dean.
"Yes?
"Uh.. um, I have to go out for a bit, okay? I'll be back by tomorrow morning." Dean looked a bit awkward, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck and everything, even averting his gaze.
"...Alright. You don't have to tell me when you leave, you know."
His words came out more snarky than he intended, and he could tell that Dean thought so as well, stepping back a little with an almost hurt expression.
"Uh.. okay. Goodbye, stranger." He gave a little wave before walking off, Castiel's eyes following his movements as he made his way out of the woods. Once the other man was out of sight, Castiel breathed out a sigh, his eyes falling closed again.
He remained outside until the last of the light faded from the sky, the now-cold air making him shiver. Finally he stood, the headache still bursting in his head and making it feel like his brain was exploding against his skull, but he made it inside easily enough. It was even darker in the shed, so he walked over, turning on the lantern Dean had found one day and using it to find himself something to eat. There was another apple and a few bananas, so he cut up the apple and decided that it would be his dinner.
Afterwards he turned the lantern off, moving to lay down on the floor and cover himself with the old tattered blanket. Not that Dean and himself ever cuddled or anything, but he missed the other man's warmth, just from laying beside him. Lately Dean had been leaving at night and wouldn't be there until the morning, which he couldn't exactly tell him not to, but he did prefer the nights that they were both here, sleeping peacefully.
He was awoken by the sound of footsteps, those he recognized as Dean's, and his eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times to adjust his vision to the light that bled through the shed. There were holes all over in the wood that it was built with, and there was a window, as well, even if it was a small one. It was a nice shed, he didn't know why anyone would have abandoned it. Anyway, Castiel stretched out sleepily, after a bit pulling the blanket off of himself just for Dean to crawl under it, a tired look on his face.
As he was now sitting up next to Dean, Castiel raised an eyebrow, head tilting to the side a little. "..Hello, Dean, uh, are you alright?"
The other man opened his eyes, fixing them on Castiel as though just now acknowledging he was there.
"Oh, yeah Cas, I'm fine. Just tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."
He didn't really like that answer, as he wasn't quite sure what Dean meant by that, but he didn't question him further. Dean's eyes were closed again anyway, and it didn't take long for his breathing to even out as he fell asleep. Castiel just sighed quietly, scooting back down under the blanket and moving closer to Dean. He looked like he was freezing, and upon reaching out and touching his arm, Castiel knew that he was. So he moved closer until his forehead rested against Dean's shoulder, his body curled up almost like a cat. Had to warm him up somehow, it wasn't like this blanket was very warm.
It was sometime in the afternoon when Dean finally awoke, eyes snapping open with a start while his hand reached out to the side, trying to feel whatever was pressed against his side. Upon feeling Castiel's hair, though, Dean turned his head, smiling softly at the sleeping man. He might be an annoying asshole sometimes, but Dean couldn't-wouldn't even try-deny that Castiel was adorable, especially when he was asleep. He always wore a peaceful expression, his lips slightly parted though no sound escaped them. And he always seemed to move closer than he was already in his sleep, probably trying to seek out the warmth provided by Dean and cling to it. It was okay with him, I mean he thought it was cute.
He couldn't lay there forever though, and eventually Castiel would wake up again, and if he noticed Dean staring he might get pissy. So Dean moved, being careful not to move Castiel too much as he got out from under the blanket. After he was standing up, Dean gave a little nod, glancing back at Castiel before grabbing a bucket from the corner of the shed, as well as a rope, and taking them outside.