Dreams

Dean had gone the whole night without sleeping other than those ten awful minutes when he was having that nightmare. He was still in Cas's room. They stopped watching Family Guy and was in the middle of an episode of One Piece. Dean was amazed how much TV one could watch when they didn't sleep.

"Sam will be getting up soon." Cas stated.

"How do you know?"

"He gets up about the same time everyday. Plus being a celestial being I have super hearing." He said with a smile. "I can hear him taking a shower."

Dean tried not to think about how creepy it was that Cas could hear almost everything they did as he went to get up from the couch. "I'll go make coffee then."

The two of them headed to the kitchen area. Dean started the coffee and Cas sat at the table both hadn't changed from the night before. Dean was feeling lazy he wasn't sure about Cas. The angel had been watching every move he made since he had gotten up. "I'm not going to break Cas." He said as he poured a cup of coffee.

Sam wondered into the kitchen. "How did you sleep?"

"I didn't." Dean said

His brown eyes widened then he shook his head. "What you didn't? Did you do research all night?"

"Nope. Watched TV then hung out with Cas. I took sleeping pills and even had warm milk nothing helped. Cas even tried to knock me out and I was only out for ten minutes."

Sam frowned and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Wow. I can't believe that. Not even the sleep aides helped?"

Dean shook his head. "Not a damn thing helped."

Sam looked at Cas then back at Dean. "Jeez we got to do something about this you have to sleep, Dean."

"I know man I know."

The youngest Winchester pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call Rowena." He stepped out of the room for a moment.

Dean sat down with Cas who was still eyeing him. "Got something on your mind?"

Cas looked around then looked back at him. "Dean, maybe you should tell Sam how vivid your nightmare was."

He shook his head. "Nah Sam doesn't need to worry about that stuff. It was just a dream Cas."

"Dean you cried for about ten minutes because you thought I died. Your reaction was like I actually died."

A flash of pain went through him. He couldn't bear the thought of facing the world without him. "Cas I," He started. Cas took his hand and Dean stared at it for a minute. He's throat dried and the pain of that dream flooded back into his mind. He looked up into his blue eyes and his heart began to pound. It had been a while since he felt that way when he had looked at the angel. He wasn't stupid he knew his feelings were something past friendship. He had told himself it wasn't right. He had spent many restless nights day dreaming about being with the other man. Cas ran his fingers across his knuckles.

"It's okay; we can talk about it if you want to."

"Talk about what?" Sam asked when he walked back into the room.

Dean almost jumped out of skin. He pulled his hand away from Cas's. He seen the angel look hurt for a second. "Did you get ahold of Rowena?"

Sam shook his head. "No I'm going to trace her phone and see if I can figure out where she is."

He raised an eyebrow. "Hunting the wrong witch there buddy."

He rolled his eyes. "Dean you need to be cured. We may never find Dr. Smith again she might have gone deep underground once she realized hunters were on her tail. At least Rowena can probably heal you maybe." He finished his coffee and got his computer running and found the witch. "Okay. I'm going to chase down Rowena while I'm out I'm going to look for Dr. Smith too." He gathered up his stuff

"Okay I'll meet you at the car in five." Dean said

"Nope no you're not, not after the last time; remember you fell asleep behind the wheel."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Now I'm going without sleep. I'm probably better now. I usually don't sleep."

"I told you no."

"The hell you are Sammy! This is my life not yours."

Sam looked over at Cas. "Cas, tell him it isn't safe for him to be going out like this."

"Sam is right Dean. Maybe you should stay here. If the curse gets worse you should be somewhere safe."

"I'm fine okay guys."

Cas shook his head. "You're far from fine. Just stay here and me and Sam will take care of this."

Sam looked down at him. "Stay with him Cas."

The angel looked up at him. "Why Sam? We can get this done faster with two of us."

"Look I've read over her files repeatedly this is only going to get worse and worse. I'm," he looked at Dean and shook his head. "I'm afraid of Dean being left alone."

"Fine Sam I will stay with Dean."

Dean was surprised Cas didn't put up much of a protest. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Sam shook his head as he picked up his computer bag. "Trust me Dean. We got a lot of people working on this you can be out of the field for a while."

Dean hated sitting around the house with idle hands. "Yeah but I need to hunt." He looked at Cas. "And he needs to find Kelly." He noticed Cas frown when he said that.

"It'll be fine Dean, Rowena is only a day's drive away I'll get her or a cure or something and we can go back to the hunt." And with that he left.

Dean at Cas. "Well we got ditched by Sam while he goes and has all the fun."

Cas frown. "Dean, Sam does have a point. It's not safe Dean. What if you suddenly get tired again and fall asleep? Who knows when that will happen again?"

"So you're perfectly okay with hanging around the Bunker with me instead of going on the hunt with Sam?"

He shook his head. He patted his hand. "Yes Dean, I'd feel a lot better being here with you knowing you're safe than you being out in the field under a curse." He got up from the table. "I am going to make some breakfast."

Dean raised an eye brow. "You're making breakfast?" He sipped his coffee.

He nodded. "Nothing too fancy, you need to eat. Besides I'm worried you might fall asleep and fall on the stove." He said. He walked over to the stove and pulled out a pan.

He rolled his eyes. "Geez Cas what's next you're going to hold my hand in the bathroom because you're worried I'll drown in the toilet?"

The angel's lips formed a small smirk as he pulled a few eggs from the fridge.

"Better be bacon with that." Dean said with a laugh as he finished his coffee. He got up and poured another cup.

"I'll make your bacon don't worry." He said as he began to heat up the skillet.

Dean studied the angel for a minute. Watching the angel cook almost seemed surreal. He sipped from the cup and watched Cas some more. He looked like he knew what he was doing as he laid the bacon on the skillet and cracked an egg. It was domestic. Cas was being domestic… Castiel Angel of the Lord was making breakfast for Dean Winchester. He titled his head as he watched Cas select salt and pepper. It was cute… hell who was Dean kidding it was hot. He knew he needed to do research but watching the other man was more entertaining. "So Cas," He started as he sat back down at the table. "When did you learn how to cook?"

"When I was… healing from Rowena's spell I watched a few cooking shows and watched basic cooking lessons on the YouTube." He turned the eggs over and checked the bacon.

"Why?"

Cas sighed. He dug out a plate and began to place the food on there. "In all honesty I wanted to find a way to be useful to you."

"By cooking?"

"Yes," He placed the plate in front of Dean. "My thought was I could help with running the house so to speak. You know by cooking when you guys can't, laundry, dishes and such."

Dean smirked as Cas poured a cup of milk for him to drink. "What are you auditioning to be my wife?" He asked as he ate some bacon. He didn't contain a groan as he said. "Oh man that's good. Hard to believe you can cook for a guy who doesn't eat. Keep it up and I might let you be my wife." He said with a wink. He regretted that statement, what if Cas took that the wrong way. And what way did Dean mean by that? He wondered to himself as he kept eating. Either way this food was good. He didn't need to be sitting around trying to understand his feelings for Cas while he was busy being cursed.

"I am glad that you enjoy the food." He said with a smile. "I was worried I have never cooked before."

"You did Cas." He finished up his food and coffee. "Guess we should keep doing research." He said as he got up from the table.

Cas nodded. "I'll wash dishes if you want me to."

Dean smirked. "Nah let's go do research." He said with a laugh. "Dishes will be there later."

The two of them went to the library. The books were still laying there from the days before. Dean sighed. He wondered if it was even worth it. He picked up one and flipped through one. He could see Sam's point about needing Rowena. He looked over at Cas who frowned at a book. He read over another page about curses. These were about as useful when he was looking for help with the Mark of Cain. He felt a pain in his chest. He frowned and rubbed at his chest.

"Are you okay, Dean?"

He gave a small nod. "I think so."

"Doesn't that curse leave a mark on your chest?" He reached out to Dean then stopped and looked at him. "Is it… is it okay if I look and see if the mark is on your chest?"

He nodded. He lifted up his shirt suddenly feeling self-conscious about exposing his chest to Cas. Not even had a date with the guy and he's flashing the goods. Dean stop. He could feel Cas looking over his chest.

"I'm going to touch it okay."

Dean felt his hand lightly touch around his chest. The pain radiated across his chest. "Ugh damn Cas that hurts."

"Sorry Dean. You can lower your shirt."

He dropped his shirt. "What's it look like?"

He shook his head. "There's one black line that goes from your neck to your pecs. It's radiating dark magic like it's feeding off your life force. It must be what is containing the curse."

"All I know is it hurts like a bitch. It wasn't so bad yesterday."

He nodded. "We got to lift this curse soon, Dean. This is concerning me."

"Concerning you? It's concerning me." He rubbed the spot on his chest. Geez it even felt weird. "Let's just keep working okay."

Hours ticket by. Cas got up and made Dean some lunch then later dinner. The two of them tackled the dishes together and it had become late. Dean was pretty much done staring at books. The answers were not in these books. He let out a groan and stood up and stretched. "I can't take looking at these books anymore." He rubbed his eyes and looked at his phone. It was almost midnight now. He felt dirty and dusty from handling those old tomes. "I am going to take a shower." He started off to the shower room and realized that Cas was behind him. "Dude are you following me to the shower?" He asked and turned around to face his friend.

He tilted his head as if Dean had three heads. "Yes Dean, you are still cursed. What if you pass out in the shower?"

Dean held his hand up to argue but stopped himself. Cas did have a point. He had fallen asleep behind the wheel already, what if being up for so long hits him while in the shower and he passes out. Banging his head on the shower door did not sound like a pleasant experience. "Fine just don't come into the shower, okay?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

Dean finished his journey into the shower area. He shot a look at Cas who remained at a distance to give Dean some semblance of privacy. He took off his shirt and studied the mark on his chest. There was a long black line like a spider web from his chest up to his neck and shoulder just like Cas said. He touched it and it felt like a bruise, it kind of reminded him of a bruise. He sighed took off the rest of his clothes and climbed into the shower. He loved the hot water pelting his sore muscles. Who knew sitting for so long hunched over books hurt so many muscles. He was soaping up his hair when he heard a faint knock outside the door. "I'm fine man." Dean responded. A brief feeling of annoyance flashed through but he reminded himself that it was Cas and he was concerned.

"I brought you some more clothes."

"Oh thanks." He finished rinsing off then went for the door. "You ugh, still aren't there are you?"

"Oh yeah, I'll give you some space."

Dean heard Cas walk away from the shower. He stepped out and toweled off. When he was sure he was dry he got dressed and made his way out of the shower area. Cas was stood in the hallway as he waited for him to come out. "Shower is free."

Cas looked over at him. He was still wearing the same outfit but it seemed fresher. "Angels don't shower Dean."

"Oh yeah." He had forgotten about that. As he thought on it, it did seem kind of strange. One day he would have to ask him about it.

"Are you ready for bed?"

He shook his head. "No man I'm not even tired."

Cas sighed. He looked frustrated. "Dean you need to at least try to sleep."

Dean shook his head. "Not tired dude. I'm just watch some TV."

"Dean all that TV will only stimulate you're brain. You need to relax."

"It's how I relax Cas." He made his way to his room Cas followed along behind him. He stopped and looked back at him. "You coming with me?"

He nodded. "Of course I mean I…" He looked around then shook his head. "If you don't mind that is."

"Nah man let's find something good on." The two of them went into Dean's room. They sat on Dean's bed and Dean was starting to wish he had a couch like Cas did in his room. Dean's room was well Dean's. He never really had someone in his room like this. He's space was his space. He turned on the laptop and handed it to Cas and let the other man pick something to watch. He suddenly felt awkward as he watched Cas flip through the shows until he finally settled on The Blacklist.

Next thing Dean realized it was almost three in the morning. He frowned he still wasn't tired.

"You really need to get some sleep." Cas said as he paused the show.

"I'm not tired."

He let out a sigh that Dean noted was laced with annoyance. "Dean," He turned to face him. He's blue eyes were narrow and Dean realized he was about to get lectured.

"Cas," He started but the angel held up his hand to stop him.

"I am not arguing with you Dean. You need to sleep." He's tone was so stern Dean felt like he was talking to a parent not to his friend.

"I'm cursed it won't let me sleep."

"You need to try and sitting here watching TV is not going to help you."

Frustrated Dean shouted at him. "Alright what do you suggest I do then? I can't freaking sleep!"

He glared at him. "Getting angry will not help."

"Sorry Cas." He shook his head. "Unless you knock me out I don't know what else to do. I tried all of it last night and I do mean all of it and nothing helped me go to sleep."

"Well," Cas looked at him almost sad like. Dean somehow had never noticed how large Cas's eyes was when he looked soulful. The angel looked down at the pillow. "I read sleeping with someone can help."

Dean could have sworn he seen the angel blush. "Are you implying that we should cuddle?" He felt his throat get dry. He knew he would enjoy it. Hell he wanted it if he was being honest.

"Cuddle? No I was saying we could do like we did last night. You seemed to have calmed down after I held you."

"Cas that is cuddling." Dean tried not to laugh as Cas bore a confused look. He found himself wondering if Cas knew exactly what he was doing and was playing dumb or if he really didn't know.

"It was just a thought Dean. As I said you seemed to have relaxed afterwards so I thought we might as well try."

He nodded. "I'll try anything once." He would not admit however his heart was beating a million miles a minute, and boy did he really want to cuddle Cas. He laid down as Cas turned the computer off.

Cas looked down at him then titled his head. "I am… not sure how to do this."

He raised up and grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the pillow too. "First lay down." He looked back at Cas. The angel looked like he regretted he's decision. "Okay put your arm around me." He waited then he felt Cas put his arm around him.

"Is this fine?"

Dean nodded. He hoped it was fine. The bed truly became small with two people in it. Cas was pretty close to him and he could feel his body heat. Great if he did get to sleep he might have a heat stroke in the middle of the night. Was the angel always this warm? "Dude your hot."

"I am sorry Dean. If I am making you too warm I can leave."

"Just stay okay." He felt Cas rub him. He felt himself beginning to nod off. "Feels good." He mumbled as his eyes felt heavy. Being up for so long caught up with him in one moment. He buried his head in Cas's shoulder.

"Goodnight Dean." He heard him speak as he nuzzled his head into his hair.

Dean was in a park. He looked around and seen Cas sitting on a bench. He walked up to him and the other man looked up at him.

"Hello Dean." He said. He's deep voice ran goose bumps up his arm.

What has happened to you Dean? You got the hots for your friend. He looked at him and Cas titled his head. He smirked.

"What?"

"It's really cute when you do that." He blurted out. Dena clapped a hand over his mouth. He knew he had to be dreaming because there was no way he could say that in real life so casually.

"You think I'm cute?"

"Yes." Dean felt himself lose control over his actions. Dean what the hell man play it cool. He sat beside him on the bench. "I've thought that for a while Cas."

Cas smiled. "Dean…"

"I love you." Dean said. He reached up to him. He placed his hands on Cas's stubbled face he pulled him closer to him. Their lips met. Dean felt a jolt of excitement go through him. He deepened the kiss. Wow for a dream this is a pretty good kiss. This actually feels like a real a real kiss. Sure a hell of better than his last few dreams.

Dean's eyes shot open. The first thing he seen was Cas's blue eyes. He's wide blue eyes that looked at him with a shocked expression. Next thing that registered was that his face was really close to Cas's like extremely close. Now that he thought about it he was almost on top of Cas. He looked at him then blinked. "Sorry." He said and tried to get away from him. "Small bed, I didn't mean to roll over on you."

Cas was still looked at him half frightened. He's face reddened.

Dean had assumed that he had woke him up because he rolled over on him. He frowned. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights, man."

"You kissed me." He said. He's blue eyes widened. Dean didn't know his eyes could get that big.

"I kissed you?" Might explain why that kiss felt so real.

"Yes Dean. You rolled over on me then kissed me." The angel backed away from Dean.

He felt a wave of emotions wash over him. Shock, fear, regret, love, rejection and hell he wanted to kiss Cas again. He looked into the man's eyes that still looked freaked. "I ugh… I'm sorry. It must have been an accident." Dean dude now your chance just freaking tell him how you feel.

Cas nodded. "Yes an accident." He climbed out of bed. "I'm going to go before we have another accident." He rushed out of the door not even looking back at Dean.

"Shit." He muttered to himself. First he can't sleep, and then he kisses his best friend in his sleep. He let out a sigh and rubbed his face. Now he was wide awake. He shook his head. He had a perfect opportunity to just tell Cas how he felt. Maybe Cas didn't feel the same. Maybe he's thinking was wrong. He picked up his laptop and logged on. If he couldn't sleep he might as well watch TV. He would sort through all these feelings in the morning.