It's one thing to go to bed with someone after having a huge fight, with the side fact that your death was almost caused by them.
It's another thing entirelyto wake up and find yourself subconsciously clinging to said person as if your life depended on it.
Head on Cas' chest, legs tangled together, and one arm clinging to Cas' side, Dean awoke the next morning in horror. His first instinct was to unlatch and detangle himself from his friend before he woke up, to avoid the inevitable awkwardness of their current situation. However, his body didn't seem to want to listen to his panicking mind. The cheap motel room was cold and Cas was a walking, talking, furnace with skin, so it didn't take a genius to figure out how desperately Dean's limbs must've sought out warmth during the night.
Nonetheless, Dean began to slowly untangle his legs and scooch away from his companion. Interestingly enough, Cas, a certified cuddler in his own right, was not clinging to Dean. This discovery baffled Dean and made him feel a tad upset that the snuggling, or rather, manly survival trick to keep warm,was only one sided.
Thinking no more of it, Dean slipped on a pair of jeans and headed into their small, motel kitchen. He had the intention to whip them up a decent breakfast, but after finding little in the fridge besides a few cans of beer and several sticks of celery, his motivation drained away. He trudged back to the bed and patted Cas on the back a few times.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty," he teased, "Up and at'em. We got lots of stuff to do and almost no time to do it."
Cas grunted in reply but made no attempt to move.
Dean gathered their things while he said, "I'm serious man, get up."
This time Cas offered no reaction to entertain him. Dean's stomach growled and reminded him that they did not have time for this. If Cas was going to act like a child, he could certainly treat him like a child.
Dean strode back over to the bed and hesitantly reached underneath the covers. He maneuvered his hands until they found their destination: Cas' sides. Immediately, Dean began to run his fingers up and down his sides, provoking a wild reaction from his victim.
Cas had never been tickled before, but he knew what was happening. Studying humankind long enough allowed him to recognize that Dean was instilling the same comedic torture upon him that was traditionally used on young children, and so he more or less panicked. As soon as Dean started tickling him, he couldn't help the string of frantic giggles that spilled out of his mouth, and although this must have been a signal for Dean to continue, Cas desperately needed him to stop. His pulse was rising and so was his adrenaline. It woudn't be long until his fangs shot out as if they were being summoned.
Dean was not aware of how uncomfortable Cas was. Cas was hysterically laughing; his face was beet red and tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. Because of this positive reaction, Dean was enjoying himself and made no intention to stop until Cas got his lazy butt out of bed.
Struggling to breathe, Cas pushed Dean off of him and jumped off the bed in one swift motion. Confused, Dean collided with a wall behind him and dropped to the ground. Wasting no time, Cas came over and bent down until he was face to face with Dean. His face was still red from the lack of oxygen, but from Dean's point of view it just emphasized the anger his eyes expressed. His bright blue eyes were a stunning yet scary contrast in the midst of it all.
"Dean," Cas growled, "Please do not do that again."
"Well if you would've just gotten up when I asked," Dean said, pushing himself off the ground, "I wouldn't have to do that crap." He was long past being afraid of Cas' oh so scary vampire death stare. "C'mon," he said, grabbing his keys and turning to look at Cas once more, who was still in his boxers and t-shirt, "Let's get some grub in you before you try to eat me again," he said with a wink.
Cas rolled his eyes as he looked for his trenchcoat.
"Will that be all, sir?"
Dean licked his lips and thought for a moment before turning to his passenger.
"Are you sure you don't want anything else Cas? We'll be on the road for a while."
"I'm sure Dean, thank you." Cas knew that it was risky enough that he was eating human food in the first place, he couldn't imagine the damage he would be doing to his body if he was constantly stuffing his face with the slop.
"You're sure you don't want to try a double Whopper though? I heard it was something that you could really sink your teeth into." Dean batted his eyes innocently as he waited for a response, as if he hadn't just made a 'vampire's have fangs, get it?' joke. Cas smirked but didn't allow himself to humor him with a sarcastic response, so instead he just stared at him. Before their staring contest could be official, however, the voice from the drive thru box interrupted.
"Hello? Sir? Will that be all?"
"Huh?" Dean ripped his gaze away from Cas, "Oh yeah... uh- Yeah, that's everything."
They were told their total and given the direction to pull up to the next window.
"Do you know what I love, Cas?" Dean said with a smile on his face.
"No," Cas replied, "but I am sure you're about to tell me."
"I love," Dean continued, "Drive thrus."
"Thank you for sharing, Dean."
"No," Dean said as he reached out his window and handed his money to an employee, "but let me explain to you why I love them."
As Dean started his list of the various good qualities of the average drive thru, Cas' eyes drifted to the rear view mirror. The random cars he could see in the mirror were significantly more entertaining than Dean's rant, not that he would ever let him know that.
"...and one of my favorite parts is that you don't have to get out of the car. Like, I could literally be wearing a onesie and bunny slippers, and no one in the restaurant would know! Also..." Whatever Dean was saying was going in one ear and out the other as Cas concentrated on the mirror for no particular reason. In the reflection he saw a black Hummer directly behind them. Out of pure curiosity, and his desperate need to tune Dean out, he focused on the faces of passengers.
"...and without that, we'd never have napkins in the car. Nobody buys napkins specifically for their car, right? Every napkin you will ever find comes directly from a drive thru bag and…" The front seat passenger of the car had a full head of silky, dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She had a smug expression on her face and her dark brown eyes directed their attention out the window. Cas got the odd sense that he had encountered her before.
"I'm sorry I'm rambling, but really, what I'm trying to say is, you know those little packets of ketchup they put in the bag?" Cas nodded without looking away from the mirror, pretending he was paying attention. "Those are just so convenient, especially for me and Sammy when we were growing up. Dad never really got around to grocery shopping but Sammy could basically drink ketchup. Just imagine how helpful those free packets were to us..." Cas' attention moved on to the driver of the vehicle. He was looking down, presumably on his phone, and Cas took into account his features. He was dressed in all black, just as the women was, and this directed attention to his pale blond hair.
"Jeez, where is our food?" Dean had finally got the hint that he was being ignored, and so he wrapped up his important revelations about modern day food service and how fast it was, which apparently, wasn't entirely accurate due to how long they'd been waiting. Cas continued to stare at the man in the Hummer, anxiously awaiting him to lift his head. He needed to make sure it wasn't who he thought it was. His expression of concentration must have come off as an expression of pain because it caused Dean to ask "Hey, you alright buddy?"
Cas didn't answer as he watched and waited. Finally, the driver quickly lifted his head and Cas was met with a pair of blue eyes looking straight at him, a pair of eyes bluer and even icier than his own.
"Dean," Cas whispered, hands immediately grabbing his arm. "Dean, drive."
Dumbfounded, Dean said "What? Dude, are you crazy? We didn't even get our foo-"
"Dean!" yelled Cas. He grabbed Dean's shirt and pulled him close and gave him an explanation in a mad rush of words, "Dean every second you refuse to drive this car very far away from here is a second more you put our lives in danger because I didn't recognize them at first but Samandriel and Meg are in the car behind us and I am certain they have been tailing us for a long time so please Dean," Cas leaned his head forward, causing Dean's breath to hitch, and bumped their noises together, "please just drive!"