Double update, but a shorter one. hope you like it :)
Castiel felt the bed cold by his right side; he rolled and almost fell on the floor, and the confusion invaded him when he noticed that Dean wasn't in the bedroom, not in bathroom on in the desk with the laptop. He didn't bother to wear shoes; he stepped in the stairs quietly knowing Dean was up to something. He squinted his eyes when he reached the living room and didn't saw his husband on the couch, Dean wasn't in kitchen, but Cass heard a soft thud in the garage. He leaned his head to the entrance and saw Dean sketching something in a notebook.
When Dean left to grab something from the kitchen, Castiel hid and made an opportunity to see what was Dean doing in the middle of the night in the garage. Cass looked at everything and feared for Hamish. There was hot glue, boxes filled with something red and black, bottles with something on the inside, pulleys, he thought seeing hooks, and small speakers. He passed his attention to the sketchbook and took it.
"The Trails?" Castiel read the title once again and flipped through the pages, it was too dark to read the details. The sound of the footsteps alarmed him; he went back to the hiding spot and waited until Dean entered the garage again.
Cass came back to the bed and waited, an hour later Dean crawl to the bed and hugged him behind to start sleep. He wished the best luck for Hamish, because now he had to deal with Dean's Ultimate Pranks: The Trails.
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