AN: Meae is latin for my own (according to google translator anyway)
Dean and Cas are 28
It had been thundering all through the night, Dean rolling over and sensing that he was now alone in the bed. He stretches out his arm, and sure enough Cas was MIA. Dean contemplated just not worrying about it and going back to sleep, but apparently that wasn't an option. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he blinks around the dark room; every so often a flash of lighting illuminates the entire area.
Groaning when he notices that Cas isn't in the bathroom, he stumbles up to the glass door. Dean peaks out, seeing the curled form of Cas. His legs bent against his chest on the bench as he smokes, looking out over the ocean with his button down sweater rapped around him. Dean watches him for a beat before opening the door, a warm breeze rushing to meet him.
"Hello Dean."
"It's not raining?" He sits in the chair next to Cas.
"Not yet, you can see it coming from sea," Cas points out the rolling clouds streaking the sky in the distance.
"It's like the apocalypse," Dean jokes groggily.
"Maybe it is," Cas sighs, inhaling more smoke.
"Couldn't sleep huh?" He nudges his shoulder.
"Not really."
"I thought you were trying to quite?" Dean asks as Cas starts a new cigarette.
"It's soothing," Cas shrugs, hugging his knees.
"You nervous about tomorrow?"
"Perhaps," he sighs, looking away.
"You need to get some sleep, babe." Dean rakes his fingers through the other man's hair, "You can't be dead on your feet tomorrow and you won't have time for a nap," he reminds the other man.
"True, just stay with me for a minute," Cas asks, their eyes locking.
Dean nods, "Alright… but just till you finish that."
They sit in silence, watching the storm make its way closer to them; Dean idly running his fingers against Cas's bare arm. Castiel exhales his last hit from the tobacco stick, snubbing it out in the little dish and unfurling his legs to stand up. Dean dozing slightly in his chair as Cas runs a hand through Dean's short hair and down the side of his face, his thumb stroking his cheek.
"Dean," he rumbles softly as Dean blinks slowly, "Come on Meae," Cas calls softly.
Dean smirks a little at the Latin endearment, "Bed," he nods allowing Castiel to drag him to his feet.
The pair crawl back into bed, Dean laying on his back as Cas fits his back to Dean's side with his head on Dean's shoulder.
Dean kisses the top of Cas's head, as the settle in, "You'll be great tomorrow," he assures him.
"Good night, Dean," Cas smiles softly as he drifts off.
:)REVIEW(: Also points if you can guess what Cas is anxious about! (No they aren't getting married)