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Cas woke up to a pounding headache and the last few dying rings of his phone. He tried to move but found himself unable to. He blinked a few times to let his vision focus and was met by Dean's sleeping face. He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face at the sight. His mouth hung open and there was a soft snore here and there, but it all looked absolutely adorable to Cas. He didn't care about the ringing of his phone at the moment. Whoever it was could wait. Cas allowed himself to snuggle in closer to Dean's incredibly warm chest. The events of last night came back to him in fuzzy focus, but he remembered everything. Dean had confided in him and told him he was the best friend he'd ever had. Dean fell asleep in Cas's arms and Cas in his. Cas wanted to hold onto this blissful moment for as long as he could because he knew that when Dean woke up it would end and this little fantasy he was currently living in would be shattered.
Dean shifted and Cas quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. "Cas," Dean said in a deep husky voice that made Cas want to melt. He didn't move. He didn't want to "wake up" too fast. "C'mon, Cas, time to wake up," he spoke more softly now. Cas blinked his eyes open drowsily. He looked up into Dean's warm green eyes and wanted cave in on himself. "How're you feelin'?" Dean asked. Neither of them made any moves to get out of the compromising position they were in. "My head hurts," Cas croaked out. His throat was burning too, but he didn't speak again in fear talking would make it worse. Dean chuckled. "The first hangover's always the worst," he promised. Cas nodded and his phone rang again. Cas internally cursed whoever was calling him because he and Dean untangled themselves from each other. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and answered it without bothering to check the ID. "Where the hell are you?" Michael shouted from over the phone causing Cas to cringe away in pain. "Uh-I can-I can explain," Cas rushed out. "You better be home in five minutes or don't bother coming at all," Michael said with venom dripping from his voice and hung up.
Cas began to panic. Michael had never been this mad at him before, if he didn't get home in five minutes he wouldn't have a home to go to, and he could only imagine the kind of punishment he was in for. Before he knew it he was shaking uncontrollably and gasping for air. "Cas, calm down," Dean said and grabbed his shoulders. He knelt down on the floor in front of the sitting boy. Cas shook his head. "Michael is mad. He's never been mad at me before," he choked out and tears began to fall. Cas was thrown into a full blown panic attack. Dean got off the floor and sat on the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around Cas and squeezed him. "Cas, just breathe, alright? I'll get you home. So, Michael's gonna be pissed, but he'll get over it," Dean promised and he rubbed Cas's back. Cas nodded and tried to even out his breathing. It took another minute for him to calm down enough for Dean to lead him out of the room.
There were people sleeping on the floor all over the house. They had to step around and over them to avoid tripping and falling. Cas felt much calmer once he sat in the familiar classic car he had grown to love almost as much as he had the driver. They took off down the street. Dean went at least ten miles over the speed limit the whole time which Cas was thankful for. They made it back to his house with barely a second to spare. "Do you want me to go up with you?" Dean asked. Cas nodded. He needed the security of having Dean beside him. Cas didn't even have the chance to open the door because Michael swung it open. His face was red with anger. "Castiel, you better have a good-" he stopped talking abruptly and sniffed the air. Then he leaned in and sniffed Cas and looked more enraged than before. "Have you been drinking?" He demanded. "I may have had a few drinks last night," Cas admitted. Michael was beyond furious.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you sneak out to get drunk last night of all nights? Do you know how much shit Raphael gave me because of you?" Michael blew up now. Cas stared down at his feet utterly ashamed. "Hey, it wasn't his fault, okay?" Dean interrupted. Michael turns his furious gaze onto him now. "I knew there was something I didn't like about you from the moment I saw you at the prison. You stay away from my brother. Unlike you, he isn't some fuck up that gets drunk every weekend and I don't want you changing that," he told Dean with pure hatred dripping from each word. "Michael-" Cas tried, but Michael wouldn't have it. "Castiel, I don't want to hear it. You are not allowed to see Dean again and that's it."
"Michael-"
"Castiel Novak, go to your room before I call Raphael and tell him to bring you back to New Mexico with him."
Cas stared hopelessly at Michael before nodding and going to his room with one last apologetic look at Dean. He locked himself in his room and collapsed on his bed wondering if Dean would ever talk to him again.