CASTIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
About two hours after Dean had fallen asleep on my shoulder, I got a text from Sam. He told me that he would be gone for awhile working on a separate case. I was okay with that, in all honesty. Maybe it would give Dean and I a chance to bond...or make out. Either one works for me. All was well and I laid down next to Dean, finally falling asleep. I only got about 10 minutes worth, though, because a loud thump awoke me.
I opened my eyes to see that Dean wasn't next to me anymore. He was on the floor. I tried to hold in a laugh. "Cas, you better not be laughing!" I was completely and utterly amused at him falling off the bed...until I saw his face. Dean wore a mask of terror. I've never seen someone so scared, especially not Dean. Automatically, I knelt down next to him and asked him what was wrong.
"Nothings wrong, Cass." This though, was obviously a lie, so I kept nagging. After about 10 minutes of my nonstop annoyance, he caved in. "Hell...I keep seeing Hell..." I stared at him, my eyes filling with curiosity. He shuddered and shook, right into my arms. I hugged him. "I didn't just black out. I died. I went to hell, Cas. I went to hell and I saw Lucifer. I didn't even forget. I wasn't there for that long, but it still tears me up. I just can't do this, Cas. I can't do it." At first, I was angry. Angry that he didn't tell me. Then, I was confused. Why DIDN'T he tell me, anyway? Then, I was sad. I was sad that he had to go through all that. Then I realized that if I was mad at him for not telling me, it would only make him trust me less and it would make things a googolplex times worse for him.
"Cas?" His voice shook and he sniffled before looking up at me. His face was covered in tears, his eyes red around the rims. "Are you mad?" he blinked. I sighed and looked down at him. "No, Dean, I'm not mad. I just wish you would've told me sooner. You know that I'm always here for you. Are you okay? How can I help?" His lips turned up at the corners, but his eyes continued dripping.
"Just stay with me." he answered. I smiled and hugged him again, rubbing the small of his back. "Uh...Cas. That's about enough hugs for one day. Your hand is too close to my ass." I laughed it off, but on the inside it hurt a little bit. "Yeah, sure, sorry." I smiled at him and climbed back into bed.
"Wow. I just realized that there are two beds in here! Well...I'm kind of a blanket whore so I think I'll go back to sleep in my own bed. Goodnight, Castiel." I nodded and laid back down. I wasn't upset that he wanted to sleep by himself, I just felt awkward about it. I mean, we'd never slept in the same bed before, but it wasn't like it was that big of a deal. Our clothes were on , we weren't touching, and neither of us had a boner. Well, not one that he could see if I turned the other way. The point is...I guess there is no point. I should just let it go.
I found that in the morning, Dean just couldn't handle sleeping by himself. He had nightmares of Hell. So naturally when I woke up in the morning, he was laying beside me.