Destiel

This is a mix of two prompts. One I found on tumblr (walks into wrong dorm when exhausted and just passes out) and another was requested by a guest ( one tries to sneak in a kitten)

Dean hadn't seen Cas in a while. They would text every so often and from what Dean had gathered, some of Cas's classes had just assigned large papers and only gave the students two weeks to complete them. On top of that, cas had a few more tests thown in here and there. Cas was swamped.

Dean had asked if there was anything he could have done to help out, but Cas said he had it handled. Dean had is own growing pile of work to do, but it wasn't anything overwhelming. He just kept putting it off as long as he could.

Dean hadn't seen Cas for about three weeks when one afternoon, a Thursday, Cas showed up at Dean's dorm. Dean was sitting at his desk, trying to get some homework done, but getting distracted by literally anything in arms reach, when his dorm opened. Dean turned around to see Cas practically sleep walking. Dean stood.

"Cas, you ok?" He asked. Cas barely nodded.

"Estoy bien. Nessecito dormer." He mumbled. "Nessecito dormir. Dormir.." He mumled as he dropped his bag and face planted on the couch. He didn't move. Dean laughed quietly.

"Do you need anything? Food, water?" Dean asked.

"Nessecito dormir." Cas repeated tiredly. Dean just shrugged.

"I'm guessing that means sleep." He mumbled and sat back down at his desk with a small smile. Dean went back to being distracted and let Cas sleep. Every so often he would check to make sure he was still breathing, being face down on the couch didn't look comfortable. Dean had also brought back food for Cas in case he woke up in time for dinner.

Dean started to get a little worried about his friend around eight in the evening. He gently shook Cas's shoulder, trying to wake him up.

"Cas, buddy. You alive?" Dean asked quietly. He almost laughed when there was a grunt. CAs shifted slightly and stopped moving. "CAs, wake up. You gotta eat something, buddy." Dean said, shaking his shoulder gently again.

"Mm." Cas hummed. "Where am I?" He mumbled before slowly lifting his head up to look at Dean. He squinted, trying to see. "Why am I in your room?"

"Cas, you passed out on my couch." Dean said laughing. "You shuffled in here, saying something in Spanish, and just passed out. When was the last time you slept?" Dean asked, teasingly. Cas just shrugged and let his head fall back onto the couch, intending to fall back asleep. Dean laughed.

"I don't think so. Get up. I got you food." Dean said as he walked over to his fridge. Dean had a small microwave ontop of it and used it to heat up some food. When he walked back over to the couch, Cas was sitting there, legs crossed indian style, and his head in his hands. Dean sat next to him and handed him a paper plate with a recooked burger on it. Cas thanked him and took a bite as Dean flipped on his Tv. They were watching one of Cas's movies and Dean's arm rested on the back of the couch, behind Cas as Cas just focused on eating.

"You really should talk to the RA about moving in here." Dean said. Cas groaned and fell over, away from Dean. His paper plate was on the ground. "Cas, I'm serious."

"I don't want to be a bother." Cas said tiredly.

"Cas, as it is, you're being a bother by using two dorms at once. Just move in here, make it easier on yourself." Dean argued. Cas just grunted and sat up.

"Fine. But I'll deal with it tomorrow." He mumbled.

"That's fine, as long as you actually do it. Do you want me to help you move out?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head and leaned into Dean's side again and Dean let his arm drape around Cas. It wasn' t long efore CAs fell asleep again and After a while, Dean fell asleep there too.

Both were stiff when they woke up the next morning.

It had been a week since CAs moved in and they had their own little routines down. They were good roommates, compatible. But there was one thing Dean ended up having an issue with.

Dean had gotten back to his dorm after his history class around three in the afternoon. When he walked in, he saw Cas sitting on the couch (he had yet to make it a bed), with a little black ball of fur in his lap.

"CAs?" Dean asked cautiously. "What is that?" He asked, pointing to the little thing. CAs smiled.

"It's a kitten." Cas answered and lifted the cat up so Dean could see. It was a tiny thing. "I found him on my way back from class."

"We can't keep him." Dean pointed out and Cas's smile fell. "You actually were thinking about keeping him? Cas, the dorm's have a strict no animals policy."

"I know, but what else can I do? I can't just toss him back out!" Cas defended as Dean shut the door.

"He's gotta have an owner." Dean said quietly. "If we figure out whose it is, we can return him." Dean said.

"How do we do that, Dean?" Cas asked, almost exasperated with him. Dean just stood there, thinking. How would they find out? They can't use flyers, they would get caught.

"We'll figure something out." Dean said with a sigh. He little black kitten jumped off Cas's lap and walked over to Dean. The little thing looked up at dean with the greenest eyes Dean's ever seen on a cat. He meowed quietly before rubbing against Dean's leg. "He's kinda cute." Dean mumbled before picking him up. "But we gotta find his home."

"I got him a small litter box in the bathroom. When we aren't here we can put him in there to keep him out of trouble." Cas said as he went back to whatever he was doing on the laptop.

"How much trouble can he get into?" Dean asked rhetorically as he pet the little thing. He looked to his roommate and was met with a look that clearly said don't aske stupid questions.

"I can get him food and take care of the litter box, but you have to find his owner." Cas said as he went back to working on his laptop. Dean nodded.

"Alright. I can start asking around this weekend." He said as he set the cat down on the floor. "There's this party this weekend. Was wondering if you wanted to go." CAs looked at him, pen held between his lips. "I know you didn't have a good experience last time, but I'll make sure that doesn't happen again." Cas shrugged.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind." Cas said, looking at Dean almost confused. "Thanks."