Chapter Seven
"Night Cas"
"Goodnight Dean"
The hunter was exhausted from the day's events, after his long shower and some brief chit chat with Castiel, he decided sleep was the next thing on his agenda. Dean rolled over with his back to the angel.
Cas was lying back on his own bed, propped up against the headboard and legs stretched out. He was still fully clothed, minus his trench coat which now hung on the opposite side of the room.
Since angels didn't require sleep, he found himself just lying awake over thinking again and swiftly becoming bored once more. This dragged his mind back to events earlier tonight, when he used his boredom time to inspect the man that is Dean Winchester. It wasn't the first time Cas had checked out Dean, the man fascinated him, but this was different, he had never looked at Dean as closely or as intimately as he did tonight. The reactions that fired from his body were a whole new experience altogether, something that also fascinated the angel.
Knowing boredom was fast approaching once more, Cas turned his attention to Dean again, turning his head to the right to catch a glance at the sleeping man. He couldn't see the hunter's face; he was greeted with the sight of Dean's bare back. Castiel sighed and returned his gaze to the wall straight ahead of him.
He heard Dean sigh and roll over in his bed, Cas turned his head again – this time he found Dean lying on his side facing Castiel. His face was peaceful and slowly sinking into a deep sleep, or so Cas suspected.
The angel stared at the sleeping hunters face for a few minutes, again taking in every last detail etched out on Dean's face. Cas didn't know why, but the need to touch Dean, even for a split second was appealing to him.
Castiel slowly got off his own bed and made his way over to where Dean slept. He carefully sat down on the edge of the other bed, right next to Dean, close enough that he could reach out and touch Dean's face.
Cas carefully reached out his shaking hand and ghosted his fingers over Dean's forehead as he slept. Continuing along Dean's temple and lightly brushing his fingers up into Dean's short hair, letting the soft bristles of hair brush gently against his fingers and palm. The angel was transfixed by Dean, watching how his chest would rise and fall with every breath while he slept, a peaceful expression drawn out on his face and lips slightly parted enough to breathe through his mouth.
Castiel let out a small gasp at the sight, before running his fingers deeper into Dean's hair, down to his temple once more and lightly brushing the backs of his fingers across Dean's cheek. Cas smiled warmly and whispered;
"Dean Winchester, you are a fascinating man"
"Well thanks Cas, that's quite a compliment" Dean breathed out, letting a small chuckle escape from his lips, his eyes were remaining closed.
Castiel jumped off the bed, startled at the sudden speech erupting from Dean *He was awake!*
Dean slowly opened one eye lazily, a small smile spread across his face as he looked at the startled angel, who was now standing over the bed with a shocked and slightly embarrassed expression on his face.
"You're Awake…I'm so sorry Dean…I didn't….I wouldn't have…" Cas was struggling for words, he had made a terrible judgement in believing Dean was in a deep sleep.
"Yep, I'm a VERY light sleeper, could hardly miss you touching me up now could I?" Dean chuckled again, eyes now fully open and staring at Cas with amusement.
"And don't worry about it, was actually kind of soothing…in a weird, creepy way" Dean smiled widely at Cas, who still stood frozen on the spot looking stunned.
"Cas, honestly its fine! Stop looking so shifty and scared…you're making me nervous!" Dean said, slightly lifting his head up off the pillow.
"My apologies" Cas rushed out his words, as he went to go back towards his own bed.
Dean grabbed out for Castiel, managing to secure a light grip around Cas' wrist.
"It's OK…Maybe it's the tiredness talking but that was actually nice and relaxing. I really do need the rest, I don't mind if you want to…ummm carry on? While I drift off to sleep" Dean said nervously, wondering why the hell he was practically begging Cas to continue his creepy assault on Dean's face.
Dean had no idea why he wasn't freaking out; then again it seemed to be the pattern of the day for him. First the emotional hug he had shared with Cas, followed by the kneeling down In front of him, comforting the angel, the hand holding, the kiss on the forehead and not to mention to kiss on the forehead he gave in return, walking around half naked, wet and in nothing but a towel in front of Cas and now this?
Dean was convinced Cas coming back has screwed his mind up somehow, no way would he have let Cas or anyone for that matter, do this to him. It would have been regarded as stalkerish and creepy and yet Dean liked it. *Son of a bitch, what the hell is wrong with me lately* Dean thought inwardly, still clinging to Cas' wrist waiting for the response.
"Are you sure Dean? I don't want to over step the boundaries. You would often tell me off for entering your personal space without permission" Cas asked nervously, looking down at the hand connected to his wrist.
Dean thought about it for a brief moment and decided what the hell, what harm would it do and it did feel nice, really nice.
"I'm sure. I'm giving you permission to enter as far into my personal space as you want" - *did I really just say that?*
Cas blinked rapidly, now looking up to meet Dean's almost desperate gaze. The hunter released his grip on Cas and lay back down on the bed, Cas returned his position sitting on the bed, moving slightly closer this time.
"Go to sleep Dean" He said calmly, while Dean slowly closed his eyes waiting for Cas' hands to continue their soothing touch.
The angel continued his heavenly assault on Dean, this time applying more pressure to his touch, but still light enough to be relaxing, not forceful.
Cas ran his hand through Dean's hair, stroking it slowly and earning a slight gasp from Dean. Castiel smiled at the response, applying more pressure and lightly scraping his blunt fingernails over Dean's scalp.
Dean tried so hard to keep his eyes closed and not look up at Cas, he tried to make himself fall asleep at the relaxing touch, but an immense amount of pressure built up in his stomach every time Cas scraped his fingers through Dean's hair. The hunter inwardly thought *why the hell is my body was reacting this way to Cas?*
When the angel moved his hand lightly down the side of Dean's head, brushing his ear with soft fingers – Dean decided to let all rational thinking die right there and just enjoy the moment.
Dean sighed out a relaxed breath, keeping his eyes shut and letting mini waves of pleasure and tingling wash over him
Castiel's hand continued along the side of Dean's head and down his neck, brushing lightly at the soft skin. He returned his hand to the hunter's forehead, stroking across the temple and down the side of Dean's face, stroking his cheek and slightly brushing the side of Dean's nose with his thumb.
Cas continually stroked Dean's cheek, in slow smooth movements, this time letting his extended thumb brush lightly over Dean's parted lips. The hunter couldn't help the small, tired sounding moan that escaped his mouth as Castiel's thumb brushed over his lips, still not opening his eyes, as a hazy tired feeling washed over him.
The angel's touch was so feather light and soothing, it was almost as if someone was singing a soft lullaby to send Dean to sleep.
Castiel continued to run his fingers down Dean's face, letting his fingers and thumb now brush over the hunters parted lips once more, Cas liked the feel of Dean's lips, he didn't know why, but it felt right. At that precise moment Dean caught Cas hand in place, opened his heavy eyes and placed a long kiss on Cas' fingers and the palm of his hand.
The angel felt as though the world stopped at that moment and he stared into Dean's eyes. The hunter smiled against Cas' hand, gave it a light squeeze before dropping his arm back to the bed and drifting into one of the best nights sleeps he ever had.
"Night Cas"
