That time Cas had a bad dream.

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Nightmare

Dean bolted up in bed when he heard Cas's groans and shouts. Oh, not again. He grabbed the angel around the shoulders to stop his trashing. Finally restrained, Cas's eyes flew open, wild and searching for danger. He began to struggle against Dean long before he came back to reality.

"Whoa, whoa, relax. You're awake. You're safe."

At hearing the hunter's soothing words the angel blinked, taking in the dark – but safe – room. His eyes came to Dean and he saw the tired concern, feeling his heart sink with guilt. "I'm sorry, Dean. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Dean sighed, of course Cas would apologize. "Relax, it's just a nightmare, we all get them." Suddenly he had a mischievous thought and a smile crossed his face. "They're annoying little buggers, aren't they?"

With his bedraggled hair and eyes squinted in confusion, the angel looked almost adorable. "These are subconscious terrors of the mind. They're hardly little."

"Oh you've never heard of nightmares?" He settled on the bed in a sitting position and encouraged Cas to do the same as he spoke. "I remember this story my mom told me once – one of the only things I really remember about her" the hunter lost his smile for only a moment but the angel's attentive eyes kept him going "they're these imp-like creatures that come to people at night. They whisper horrible things and make them have bad dreams."

"How do you get rid of them?"

"Well like I said: they're annoying little buggers. You can't just gank 'em. You have to know that they're there and you can fight them off for a while."

Cas looked down at his feet peeking out from the end of the tangled sheets. "I don't know if I can do that."

The hunter bumped bus partner's shoulder. "That's when you ask for help."

His angel's eyes were so blue, also boring into his soul; that, he was used to. It was the honest terror that startled him. It took a lot to shake Cas and his quiet words shook the air. "Will you help me, Dean?"

"Of course." He smiled his comforting lop-sided grin and lay down, patting the bed beside him.

Cas followed immediately, sinking back into the sheets, drawing just that bit closer to his partner. Neither of them were much for cuddling but the breath between them was comfort more than enough. "Thank you." he whispered as they stared at each other.

Cautiously, Dean placed a hand on the angel's bare shoulder blade in a show of comfort. Cas closed his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"In the morning?" The angel declared softly.

"Alright."

They filled the silence with still limbs and steady breathing as they drifted back towards sleep. But Cas could no longer settle his mind, his eyes drifted open. "Dean? Thank you."

"You already said that." The hunter mumbled without opening his eyes.

"I mean about everything." Dean was awake now. He stared at the angel with his uncertain voice, slow and deep. "You've been a very good friend. Even when I haven't deserved it."

"You've always deserved it," The hunter spoke without missing a beat. That was all there was to be said on the matter. So he smirked and snaked his body just a bit closer. "And besides, we're, uh, more than friends now so that comes with certain…perks."

"Like what?"

Oh he was so naïve sometimes, Dean found it hilariously endearing. "Like unshakeable faith. I trust you which means you've earned it." His smile widened. "Now can we make out instead of talking about our feelings?"

"Okay." They didn't wait for Cas to finish his agreement before falling into each other, clinging almost desperately as they kissed; long, massaging kisses, back and forth.

Dean pulled back to catch his breath, smiling. "Thank god you're easy."

Cas squinted his eyes in confusion. "Dean"

"Shh," Dean smirked as he brought their bodies together, wrapping his leg over the angel's before diving in for another kiss "just go with it."