A/N: I was going to wait to write another chapter, but getting the reviews really made me ecstatic (especially Gothikiisu-thank you!), so here's another –well, shorter- chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I swear on my eight lives I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
"Dean, do you know how to make pie?" Castiel said as he and Dean stood in the kitchen.
"'Course I do, Cas!" Dean said, and then paused. "No, I don't. And I'm not going to make you learn to cook. Sammy can teach you that girly stuff."
"Then why drag me into the kitchen against my will?" Castiel asked.
"Because it's time you learn another human custom," Dean said. "Sleeping."
"Do I sleep in these clothes?" Castiel questioned, gesturing to himself.
"No, Cas," Dean said. "Follow me and I'll get you a pair of clothes to sleep in."
Castiel followed Dean to the bedroom and stood by the mirror, gazing at it curiously while Dean searched through old clothes. After a moment Dean grabbed an old grey t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked up to see Castiel gazing at the mirror.
"Cas, I don't think anyone's going to come through that mirror," Dean said. "You're staring at it like its freaking Narnia."
That seemed to get the angel's attention. Castiel broke his gaze from the mirror and turned to Dean. "What's Narnia?"
"Nothing, just a magical place with a cold-hearted witch and a talking lion," Dean said, then gave Castiel the clothes. "Go to the bathroom and change into these. I'll come back in five minutes after grabbing a beer." He walked out of the bedroom to see Sam and Bobby watching television.
"What happened to teaching Cas how to make pie?" Sam asked, looking at his brother.
"Cooking's girly Sam," Dean replied. "You can teach him that stuff." He went into the kitchen only to be followed by Sam.
"I thought you were teaching him human customs," Sam said, watching Dean grab a beer.
"I am," Dean replied. "I'm going to teach him to sleep."
"Cooking's a human custom too Dean," Sam said.
"Sammy, I'm not teaching him cooking because one: it's girly and two: That's what fast-food restaurants are for, eating on the go," Dean said, then headed back to the bedroom where Cas was already dressed.
"Ready to sleep?" Dean asked.
"No," Castiel replied. "I do not know where to start."
Dean turned on the lamp by the bed. "Why don't you start by laying on the bed?"
"Don't you need to sleep here?" Castiel questioned.
"Yeah, but I can take the couch," Dean said. "Your sleeping experience wouldn't be as great if I made you sleep on the couch."
Castiel hesitated, but then went to lie on the bed as Dean said.
"Okay, now pull the covers over you," Dean said. "And then close your eyes and relax. Think of happy things. And if all else fails: count sheep."
"Why would I count sheep to fall asleep Dean?" Castiel asked, furrowing his brows. "Would that not make a person more awake to keep their brain thinking?"
"It works on kids," Dean said, "and I said it was a last resort. Now shut your eyes."
Castiel sighed, but did as told. Dean went and turns the light off, then went to the doorway to watch for a while to see if Castiel could fall asleep. Five minutes passed before Castiel spoke.
"Dean?" the angel asked.
"Yeah, Cas, I'm here," Dean sighed. "Whadya need?"
"Light," Castiel replied. "I do not like it when it's dark."
Dean chortled. "Wait a minute," he held out a finger. "Are you telling me an Angel of the Lord is afraid of the dark?"
"No, that's not my reason at all," Castiel frowned. "I would like a light because it reminds me of rest in Heaven."
"Sleeping in Heaven?" Dean asked. "I thought you said angels don't sleep."
"We don't," Castiel said. "We only rest our bodies for an hour or so when we are down on energy and need to heal ourselves."
"Oh, okay," Dean said. "So you want like a nightlight?" He went and turned on the lamp. "That good?"
"Yes," Castiel replied, then closed his eyes.
Dean shrugged, then headed to the doorway, but spun around. "So you telling me you're going to sleep for an hour?"
"No," came Castiel's mumbled response. "But if you continue to talk to me I will only rest."
"Well that made no sense," Dean said, frowning, then shook his head. "Okay, whatever. Go to your angel-paradise-heaven thing." He exited and joined Sam and Bobby on the couch.
"Angel's sleeping?" Sam asked.
"Trying," Dean said, then took a swig of his beer. "We'll be lucky if he's asleep for two hours."
A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I've run out of ideas. And my muse started to fail me when I was typing this, so if this is a lame chapter, that's why :P So give me your ideas! Because I cannot write another one lol. I might update on Christmas as a special, but only if you give me a good idea! I promise to make it a good chapter!
1AM? Oh mai. Yeah, I should go to bed now xD See you all in the next installment!
Also, I normally don't do this, but: I'm writing a normal story on fictionpress and I was wondering if, in your spare time, you could hop over there and give it a try? It's under the Sci-Fi section in Fantasy and it's called: "What You Don't See" by Raki Akali (me). Thanks!