It felt like Castiel slept for days. He had finally finished his mind-numbing biochemistry project this morning, which was now nearly a week late.
A pillow hit his face, and Castiel jolted awake. Meg was sitting in his bean bag chair, armed at the side with about two more pillows. "What the hell?" was all he could manage. "It's just me," Meg reassured him,"Rise and shine. Haven't seen you for the last few days, you sick or something?" Or something, Castiel said silently. "I'm just… tired out." Castiel lied. Meg threw another pillow at him. "Oh, is that all?" she teased. "Come on, Clarence," her tone of voice was serious now, "I know you. What else is going on?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." Castiel said flatly. "Just drop it, okay?" Meg threw the last pillow at him, then angrily left their room.
Castiel fell back under the covers instantly.