Thanks for all the reviews from last chapter, I say with a sarcastic frown because it received ONE REVIEW. Guys, there are FOURTY FOUR followers. This chapter should be getting an average of 10 reviews per chapter, I can understand that not all of you wanna review. But, PLEASE FOR GOD'S SAKE. At least least ONE review every few chapters! You don't need to say much. YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO LOG IN. But, if I am to believe that my writing it worth anything, I need criticism, and tips. Please guys! Or this may very well be my final Supernatural story.

I'm dying of anxiety. Literally. I feel like I'm gonna throw up, I can't eat, my heart is fluttering around in my chest, my mind rarely changes subjects from my giant crush. I need this weekend to come faster. I NEED TO KNOW IF MY CO-WORKER IS FLIRTING BACK. And done. No more rants, sorry.

But, guess what?! I APPLIED TO COLLEGE TODAY. Just 3 early action. I'm applying regular decision to four more later. I'm such an adult, holy buckets!

Finally, Castiel is human in this. It's after he fell from Heaven in Season... 5? I can't even remember, everything is blurring together. Semi-AU.

November 28th
Prompt- sharing a bed


Bedtime

Dean kicked his feet out, stretching upon the motel sheets like a cat curling up in the sun. He moaned into his pillow, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the comfortable mattress underneath him after a week spent in the backseat of the Impala.

A knock on the door startled him out of the peaceful nap he had almost participated in.

His eyes were foggy from sleeplessness, but he pulled the door open quickly, his hand in the back of his jeans, concealing the gun he kept handy. Castiel stood before him, and his expression immediately softened, "hey Cas!"

"Hello Dean. Where's Sam?"

Dean raised an eyebrow at the mention of his brother, but pulled back, allowing Castiel to close the door behind him, "out. Bobby called him in for some hunt, I'm sitting out."

"You're sitting out?" Castiel turned a questioning eye on the hunter, Dean never took breaks.

"Too tired. Need sleep." Dean barked into his pillow as he dove for the bed.

Castiel nodded, standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed as he tried to decide what to do next. Dean flipped his limbs around to get comfortable, and after a moment, finally noticed Castiel still standing there.

"Cas? You gonna stay or what?"

"If I may."

"Yeah, whatever. Just... you wanna sleep?"

"I do require more rest without my wings." Castiel affirmed, nodding even as Dean was not watching.

"Sure, just... we can share the bed."

Castiel shot the hunter a look of confusion, "but Dean, what about 'personal space'?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah. Just lay the hell down, you asshole."

Castiel was not convinced, but that did not stop him from removing his shoes and trenchcoat, he moved toward the side of the bed Dean was not occupying. The clearing of his throat woke Dean from his almost-sleep for the third time in ten minutes. "What, Cas?" The man nearly shouted, his voice dark with annoyance.

"I... Nothing." Castiel nodded to himself before pulling away the covers and joining the oldest Winchester underneath the bed sheets.

Sleep did not come easy to the former-angel, who tossed and turned, enjoying the other man's warmth too much to feel casual. Dean did not seem affected by Castiel's presence in his bed, or if he was, he did not show it. Finally, after an hour of restlessness, Castiel's eyes drifted shut.

When Dean woke up, his first thought was which bar he'd stopped at the night prior, cause this girl's arm was pretty manly. He opened his eyes, expecting the face of a sweet brunette, or a wild blond, and instead found himself staring into the blue-blue eyes of Castiel. He jumped back a foot, scrambling from the bed and hitting the floor with a grunt.

"Dean? Are you alright?" The former-angel questioned, peering over the edge of the bed to catch sight of any possible injuries.

"What the hell, Cas?! Were you cuddling me?!"

"Actually, Dean, I do believe you moved more towards my side of the bed during your slumber. I awoke to your body half of top of mine. If anyone was cuddling, it appears to have been you."

"But, your arm was-"

"Trying to remove yours from it's place against my bottom." Castiel spoke nonchalantly as if he wasn't referring to Dean groping him in his sleep.

Dean's face flushed with color and he did not speak, instead rising and stepping into the bathroom. The door that slammed shut echoed the chaos inside his own mind.

Castiel smiled softly, having noticed the tint to the Winchester's ears and cheeks. He recognized it, not as a sign of heat, but as a human emotion mirroring embarrassment. Could Dean have enjoyed their position?

The next night, Dean found himself in much the same as the former, but he was less comfortable with the angel sleeping soundly behind him. His mind pushed around ideas of how to avoid contact with the man, and he could come up with no solutions. Finally, after huffing out a flustered sigh, Dean closed his eyes, and within minutes, his body was moving comfortably backwards in order to wrap around Castiel's.

"Cas!" Dean shouted, startled to, once again, find the angel within his personal space so early in the morning.

"Dean, I do believe we already realized this was your fault."

Dean paused, blushing darkly and turning away, but then facing Castiel with a half-smirk, "was that your hand under the waistband of my shorts there, Cas?"

Castiel flushed immediately, "I do not know what you're talking about, Dean."

"I think," Dean moved closer, enjoying the look of bewilderment and frustration slowly forming on Castiel's face, "you know exactly what I'm talking about.

"You must still be tired, why don't you-"

And then Dean's lips were covering his own, forcing any noise he planned to make to come to an abrupt pause. There was a second of startled confusion, before Castiel's hands were winding through Dean's hair and pulling the man closer.

"I think I kinda like sharing a bed with you," Dean decided against Castiel's lips.