The next time Dean wakes up, he's lying down, but he's not cold. He doesn't want to wake up yet, so he snuggles into his pillow, which is probably someone's lap. He hears quiet talking in the hallway, as well as people talking in Sam's luxurious half-room. He recognizes Adam and Gabriel's voices near Sam's bed - or where he thinks Sam's bed is – and they're talking about something or other, Dean doesn't really care. He's warm and comfortable, and someone is petting his hair. He's finding it hard to stay awake, honestly.
"I know you're awake Dean." Sam calls from the bed.
"F'k you." Dean mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
The hand on his head stops petting him and he groans. He flings his arm out and pats around until he finds the hand and places it back on his head before snuggling back into his blanket.
"I think he really doesn't want to get up." Cas' voice comes from above him, and he starts petting Dean again.
'Crap' Dean thinks, 'Cas is petting me. I'm lying on Cas' lap.'
"Dean! We've got lunch!" Gabe calls out.
Dean groans but doesn't move.
"We got you a great burger!" Adam chips in.
He groans again and curls up.
"We got you pie." Sam pipes up.
Dean groans but sits up and blearily looks around the room. He rubs his hands against his eye lids and tries to focus on something.
"Pie." He mumbles again.
They all laugh at him as he waits for his pie. Dean thinks he must look ridiculous wrapped up in a fluffy green blanket next to Cas. Sam hands him a plate with cake on it and Dean stares at for a whole minute.
"Pie." He mumbles again.
"Same thing." Sam smiles.
'Little fucker.' Dean thinks. He wraps himself up in the blanket again and plops his head back into Castiel's lap.
"Dean! Wake up, Dean." Adam nudges him with his foot, which just makes Dean scoot closer to Cas.
"Mm. No. Warm." He knows he sounds like a petulant child, but he can't bring himself to care.
For the past twenty four hours he has been sitting or lying on the cold linoleum floor and now he's warm and comfortable with Cas. He's not moving. Nothing in Heaven above or Hell below will remove him from Castiel's lap.
"You can't sleep forever Dean."
"Watch me." He cocoons himself in the warm blanket and it smells like Cas.
He hears someone else walk in and Sam informs them that Dean won't get up and eat.
"Boy, get up and eat." Bobby commands, and Dean bolts up.
He sits there staring at nothing, wrapped up in the fluffy Cas blanket, wanting nothing more than to curl up with Cas and fall asleep. He sits there until Gabe places a burger down in front of Dean. It's in a Tupperware with the lid removed. Dean's slightly thankful for that, unsure if he'd be able get it open with his throbbing hand.
"Wassis?" Dean asks, more interested in his daydream of cuddling with Cas.
"I made you lunch. It's a bacon cheeseburger." Gabe smiles proudly.
"Oh." Dean pokes it first, trying to see if it will get up and walk away like Garth's cooking.
After it's determined inanimate, he picks it up and takes a small bite out of it. It's freaking delicious, honestly. Dean wonders how Gabe got so good. He sits there and takes his time tasting it. After he gets it down he looks at his brothers very seriously.
"If one of you don't marry him I committing fratricide." And he proceeds to inhale the rest of the burger.
He hears Cas laugh beside him and he asks, with his mouth full, "What?"
Cas laughs harder, turning red and shakes his head.
"I think he's amazed that you know what the word fratricide means." Gabe teases.
"Hey! I'm smart." Dean glares at Gabe.
"Says the guy speaking with his mouth full surrounded by a large fluffy blanket!" Everyone laughs at Dean so he just returns to his meal.
After a few minutes, Bobby speaks up, "The doctor said Sam can go home tomorrow morning."
"Good, that means Adam can stay here tonight!" Dean finishes off his burger and stretches.
"Hey!" Adam protests.
"Hey yourself! I have to get home and fix Baby's window!" Dean pops his shoulders and neck.
"What happened to Baby?" Sam asks worried.
Dean freezes, "I…might…have…punched out the driver side window." He holds up his bandaged hand.
"Why would you do that?" Sam asks, bewildered.
"He was freaking out that you were in the hospital and he couldn't get the keys out of his jacket pocket." Cas supplied.
"You hit Baby because you were worried about me?" Dean can hear how touched Sam is.
"Yes I did, Samantha." He stands up with the fluffy green blanket.
"Whoever this belongs to; my condolences, I have claimed it in the name of Moondor." He wraps it around himself like a cape, hood and all. It hides his blush and he can smell Cas all around him.
"Very funny, Dean." Cas reaches out for his blanket, but Dean backs away.
"You think I'm joking, but I'm not. It's mine now." He clings tighter.
"I want my blanket Dean." Cas tries to sound firm, but to Dean it's far too cute to be intimidating.
"Fine." But he doesn't move.
Cas takes a step forward and Dean steps around him and catches Cas in the blanket/cloak as well. "I have claimed him in the name of Moondor. He shall be the Queen's new Hand Maiden."
"Nice try, Dean. You're stuck with that title." Adam teases.
"Damn." He hangs his head to rest on Cas' shoulder and Cas grips his arms, which are wrapped around Cas' shoulders.
"Alright, boys. We're leaving now." Adam pretends to protest, but settles down in Dean's old spot.
"Dean, let go." Cas pats his so, silently telling him to let go.
"No." He squeezes Cas closer.
"We have to leave." He tries to reason.
"Fine." He pushes Cas forward and they shuffle their way out of Sam's room together. They get on the elevator and out of the hospital with minimal incident. Dean doesn't let go until they reach Bobby's car. He piles into the back with Cas before curling into a ball and falling back asleep. Before he drifts off, he hears Cas ask Bobby how he can sleep so much.