The purple darkness of very early morning cast a soporific glow through the room, a street lamp outside the window providing some level of visibility.
Dean opened his eyes, blinked once, then let out a sound that could only be described as a shriek.
"CAS! What the hell are you doing?!"
Cas' eyes peeled open, he smiled slightly as he looked up at Dean who was now quickly pulling his arms out from around the angles' torso.
"Hello Dean."
"Cas what the hell-" Dean spluttered and attempted to stand up.
He fell out of bed.
Cas, worry lines creased onto his forehead, climbed out of the warm sheets he had not moments ago shared with Dean.
Did I do something wrong? Cas' contentment is quickly draining away.
"Not cool man, not cool."
(I upset him!)
"Dean I wasn't trying to do anything! I am sorry! I just wanted to lay down to sleep... I'm sorry, if I had known it would bother you this much I -"
"No-shut up Cas." Dean grumbled, shaking his head then rubbing his arm sheepishly. The angle's sad wide eyes, slumped shoulders and hasty apology had instantly made the hunter feel guilty about about yelling at him. "I'm the one who should be sorry, I yelled at you for no good reason." Cas still seemed upset.
"Cas?" asked Dean, picking himself off the ground and sitting back down on the bed "Dude, are you OK?"
"Dean?" Asked Cas in his husky, bemused voice, as though he hadn't heard a single word the other man had said.
"Yea Cas?" The confused hunter gazed down at the angle still sitting on the ground below.
The angle wasn't even looking at Dean, instead he seemed overly interesting in picking at the carpet to look up. The hunter, however strongly opposed to 'chick-flick moments', felt the need to comfort his friend.
He leaned down and placed his hand on the other man's. A split second later Dean withdrew it, as though he had been burned, only girls held hands. Holding Cas' hand just felt awkward.
(Crap. That probably just upset Cas even more.)
"I-I just feel so... so lonely sometimes." Mumbled Cas. "I feel like I don't belong."
"Uhhhhh..."
(Crap.)
The hunter scratched his head. He had absolutely no experience with dealing with other people's feelings, after all he could hardly deal with his own. What was he supposed to do? Give Cas a hug? Bake him cupcakes? Let him drink an entire bottle of whiskey?
"Uhh- I'm sorry you feel that way Cas." Dean squinted down at the man slouched on the floor.
"It's OK Dean." Replied the angel, still looking down. "I don't think anyone can understand."
(No one understands... If only I could explain how I feel to Dean...)
Cas' words had made Dean upset. He sat back down on the floor against the bed next to his friend. Green eyes meeting blue ones.