This chapter is dedicated to Katie because she's sassy and beautiful :3

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Night 2

Cas and Dean had spent all day fending off jibes thrown at them by Sam over what they'd been doing in bed together. When the evening came, after a long day of tracking a Wendigo that had murdered an entire family and had promptly moved onto the house next door, Dean, Sam and Cas settled in front of the TV, and watched a film about teenage vampires that was on the first channel that flickered on. Sam seemed to be the only one out of the three that was really into the film, Cas was trying to look interested to be polite, and Dean was staring off into space and recataloging his inventory of bone breakages, scars, bruises, and burns, because the film was boring,and Wendigo's usually meant more injury.

When the film took a commercial break for the millionth time, Sam sighed and announced that he was going to bed because the breaks were pissing him off and all the running and phone calls and Internet had made him tired. As he left the room he paused and turned back to face Dean, deciding that he needed to jibe his brother one more time. He pulled out his wallet and slipped out one of the condoms he kept in there just in case, and threw it at Dean.

"Just in case, y'know, you and Cas end up," he did the bunny-ears, "talking all night." He teased, laughing, he left the room. Dean swore loud enough to be scolded by Cas.

"Ignore him, Cas." Dean told the angel, "he's being a dick." He stood up, "Well seeing as you know how to sleep now, I'll be getting to my own bed tonight. So night." He left the room, leaving behind an awkward feeling.

He got into his jamas, used the bathroom, and sat in bed to read a book he'd picked up at a used book shop he'd passed. It looked good, from the blurb it was about a little German girl in the Second World War. The first chapter made him laugh, it was narrated by Death, and after many encounters with Death, the sassy bastard, it was hard to imagine him in the context of a little girls life. Went he was just beginning the 3rd chapter, he hears the bedroom door next to his shut, which mean Cas had finally gone to bed, maybe he had really got into the film. Dean resolved to finish the chapter of his book and go to sleep. This took him another 7 minutes, he looked at the clock as he was dozing off, it read 12:38am.

The other side of his double bed creaked and sank under extra weight, Dean's eyes cracked open and he squinted at the clock, 1:03 am. Sleepily, he rolled over, and saw Cas sliding into his bed.

"What up man?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes still half shut, brain barely registering the extra body in his bed.

"I had another dream. They were screaming, and crying and falling, still falling, it's like they can't ever stop falling." He sat, leant against the headboard, tucking the duvet under his legs to keep the draught out, "Last night sharing a bed with you made it better. So I figured it'd make sense to come to you to stop them falling. Plus you said to wake you up if I had a problem sleeping." He shrugged. Dean smirked,

"Well snuggle down Sleeping Beauty." He said, pulling the duvet up around his ears himself. Cas slid down into the bad and wriggled until he was comfy, then, like Dean, he pulled the duvet up to his ears.

"I like just laying in a bed, the mattress, and the pillow, and all the coverings. It's just comfy and warm." Cas commented, obviously trying to make small talk. Dean who had closed his eyes and was slowly sinking back into a slumber, cracked one eye open,

"You can sleep here and shut up, or you can go back to your room, maybe sleep and have to face nightmares alone." he told him. Sleep deprived Dean got grump very quickly. He closed his eyes again, when he hear Cas breathe out, trying to relax enough to sleep, he relaxed himself and slowly slipped into a sleep.

He was woken again at 3:31am by Cas thrashing, and kicking, mumbling in his sleep. "Falling falling, wont stop, stop, no, me, my fault, falling," dramatically he reached a hand out in front of him, to grasp thin air before sitting bold up right in bed breathing heavily, staring around the room wildly, just as he had been the night before.

Once again Dean wrapped his arms around the angel and laid him gently on his lap, this time stroking his arm, gently shushing him, muttering that he should breathe, only concentrate on breathing.

Eventually Cas' breathing evened out and he sat up slowly.

"Thank you for just being here." He told Dean gratefully. Dean smiled,

"You're family, why wouldn't I look after you?" He said punching Cas' shoulder. Cas smiled at his friend, and then looked over Dean's shoulder at the clock.

"It's almost 4 am." He said sounding surprised, "I slept longer than last night?" He looking to Dean for confirmation, Dean smiled and nodded.

"I don't suppose you'll want to go back to sleep will you?" He asked, half hopeful that the angel would trust his subconscious mind to sleep a little longer.

"If its okay with you Dean, I'd rather stay awake. That last nightmare was a little too intense to sleep again so quickly." Dean smiled again,

"It's okay, I don't mind. What d'you want to do? Sit and talk? Watch TV? Make food?" He suggested. Cas considered his options for a few seconds, and then answered,

"Though I don't want to sleep, at am quite tired, so I'd rather we just sat and talked that involves less physical exertion." Dean nodded and then sat up a little more so he was sat comfortably.

"So, Nightmares, what d'ya want to talk about?" He asked Cas unsure of whether the was a specific topic he had in mind and hoping yet another another nickname would put him a little more at ease.

"Oh, I don't know Dean. Anything? Want to hear a story?" He suggested. Dean nodded, so Cas sat up a little straighter and began a story he'd wanted to tell Dean for a long time,

"The day I raised you from perdition I'd been cast down. I suppose it would be the human equivalent of a teenager being kicked out from the home for staying out to long, or not telling their parents where they'd been all night. I was a little pissed, naturally, I'd be allowed back in a few months of course, but they saw being forced to live with humans as a punishment. I'd been thrown out a few times over the millennia, so living amongst humans was fine by me, but this time I was a little more pissed than usual. All I'd one was save a few people that were detrimental to the future, but the angels saw fit to kill them. I believe the couples names were Jeremy Bieber and Patricia Mallette." Dean smirked and rolled his eyes at the angel, trust him to be the reason the world is plagued with such 'classics' as Baby and One Time. "The higher-end angels seemed to think they would create a child that would cause a lot of pain, so they needed to be eradicated. I saw them as two innocent adolescents, so when I learned of how they were to be disposed of, I counteracted them and saved the pair." He smirked to himself, " Oh the tribunal that tried me in the court." He laughed quietly. "Anyway they saw it fit for me to be throw out of heaven for 6 earth months, cut off from any communication." He looked sour at the thought, "However, as I sat outside the courtroom I heard the conversations from the next room, a group of angels from a higher garrison to my own were having a meeting, discussing something heatedly. So naturally I eavesdropped. They were discussing saving the Gladius, which is Latin for Sword, I'd heard stories of the Gladius, young angels were brought up with the fairy tale of the sword that would save the world from the apocalypse that would be let by Lucifer. So of course I stood by the door and listened in. Some how the Gladius had ended up in Hell, and they were trying draw up a plan to rescue it. I listened long enough to find out what dark recess of Hell it was in, and left. If I saved the Gladius from Hell they'd have to let me back in, and they couldn't cast me out ever again. So I went in, via a reaper. And I fought my way through scores and armies of daemons sent by the King of Hell. They didn't want to let it go. But I got through them all, I was wounded, sure, but I was determined to be better than an entire garrison. And when I got to the place, I found a man. I found you. And you were hacking at a soul, who was sobbing and screaming and begging for forgiveness. And you were unrelenting, your soul was twisted and wrecked. But there was one small part that glittered with hope, and hope is not a evil trait. And the lights in your eyes, just a small flicker in the black depths. And if I listened carefully, I could hear, just once or twice, you whispering that you were sorry. Evil doesn't apologise." Dean had closed his eyes, he remembered every single second of that god damn place. "And I grabbed your soul, you fought, but it was half hearted, as though you wanted to be there, but you hated it. A lot like I felt in Purgatory. But I pulled and I held tight and I dragged you out through the Gates of Hell and the portal and past the reaper and like a star in the sky. To your corporal body, and I pushed it back in. You resisted, you fought and screamed and cried, you didn't want back in. And when I finally did a check on how you had fused back, you were unharmed but there was no way I could block the memories but you were back." He smiled up at the Dean.

"I never did thank you for that Cas. I hated it for a while, but now things have gotten better, I'm happy that I'm not down there. Thanks Cas, really." Dean said to the angel.

"Is honestly not a problem Dean, I am glad for the companionship." He said gratefully. "Anyway, I went straight to the counsel, it was hard goi even getting in, but I persuaded the guard, and I went straight to the head of the courts, and I told them straight. I had raised the Gladius from perdition. Of course they revoked my punishment and gel me in high esteem. And gave me the charge of keeping you safe, making sure you did not stray your path or fall into Hell again. So in tried to contact you the moment you woke from being dead. But you remember how badly that went. And then when you tried to contact me through the medium, I was in the midst of looking fora vessel. I warmed with woman not to look at me, I am to pure for a human to look upon. But she did, and she was blinded. It wasn't my fault really. And then I finally found Jimmy, and took him as my vessel. And that is when we met." They smiled together at the memory.

"It's nice to know how I ended up back here. And I'm glad it was as an in your face to douche-y angel who the they're so great. " he commented. They both laughed. Dean looked over at the clock. It was nearly 6, "I suppose we can get up and have an early breakfast. How's bacon and eggs sound, Nightmares?" He asked, Cas frowned at him, but answered,

"2 bacon and 3 eggs." Dean smirked.

"Fine, but only if you get there first." He jumped out of bed and bolted to the kitchen. Cas was sat on the counter, smirking, holding out a frying pan with a packet of bacon in it, and a bottle of oil.

"Make that 3 bacon, Dean." He said trying to hold back a laugh. Dean scowled and snatched the food and began cooking. Cas turned on his butt, and sat watching Dean cook with his legs crossed on the counter.

"You never did tell me why Sam threw you that foiled wrapped that made you swear." He commented.

"He was - uh - implying that we would be doing things other than sleeping and talking." Dean struggled to find the words,

"Pizza Guy things?" He asked, Dean frowned before remembering,

"Uh, yeah, Pizza Guy things." He replied.