When he was awoken once again, Castiel could tell that Dean wasn't next to him. For starters, Castiel was freezing cold, and when he reached out he couldn't feel anyone next to him. If Dean and himself were different people, he would have been a bit hurt, that Dean wasn't here. But he wasn't hurt, because why should he be? He could just be outside, damn it. It wasn't the other man's duty to stay next to him while he slept.
He pushed the blanket off before standing, bringing a hand up to his forehead for a moment and closing his eyes to try and rid himself of the dizziness. He'd slept a lot later than he'd intended, as the land outside of the window was dark and if he looked out the dirty glass, he'd be able to see stars. It was night, and Dean wasn't here. Like usual.
Breathing out a sigh, Castiel walked over to the little table on which the radio sat, turning it on and listening as sound flooded through the speakers. He switched the channel a few times before he found the one he liked, and proceeded to reach into his jacket pocket, fumbling around in there before pulling out a colorful tablet. He put the tablet in his mouth, swallowing it and sitting down under the little table, closing his eyes and listening to the music.
Within an hour he felt vastly better, a smile lighting up his face. Who cared if it was drug induced? He was happy. He was still under the table, but he swayed his body along with the music and sang along, his blue eyes glazed slightly. He was happy, no matter what the feeling in his chest implied.
The door to the shed opened quietly in the morning, Dean poking his head around it to look inside, raising an eyebrow upon seeing Castiel sprawled out under the table. His legs were tangled around two of the table's legs, while his arms tangled around the other two, and his face was planted on the floor.
"That doesn't look too comfortable.." Dean commented quietly, walking inside completely and shutting the door behind him, just to walk over and kneel beside Castiel. He was asleep, or he thought so at least, while the radio played on. After reaching up and turning it off, Dean gently reached under Castiel and hooked his arms beneath the other man's arms, hoisting him up to hold the sleeping man against his chest. He sat there for a moment, probably just regaining energy before he stood, pulling Castiel with him and walking until he was by the blanket, proceeding to slowly set Castiel down and bring the blanket up to cover him. He was cold, yeah, but Dean didn't really have the time to get under the blanket and warm him up right now.
After giving Castiel another glance, Dean walked back out of the shed, leaving once again. And when Castiel finally awoke, he was still alone, as if Dean had never been there.
Castiel didn't hold grudges. Well, not really, anyway. He was generally a forgiving person, no matter what some people decided to say instead. But this? Dean just.. he was hardly ever home anymore. It had been weeks now since he'd actually been home for a whole day, the green-eyed man was always out now and came home for a bit yeah, but Castiel was always asleep. He knew that Dean didn't plan it that way, after all Castiel didn't exactly have a schedule for his sleeping, but he didn't like it anyway. Maybe they just.. weren't as close as Castiel had thought. He had considered them really close, really good friends, and had figured that Dean liked spending time with him. He assumed not, now.
He was sitting on the table, legs crossed while his arms did the same, over his chest. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular, didn't really feel particularly good or bad right now, but when the door opened his mood immediately went south.
"Uh.. hey, Cas. I'd like you to meet someone."
Castiel's cold blue gaze was pointedly averted away from Dean, instead locked on the woman behind him. He just knew that he'd have a headache after this.