This is from Dean's point of view again. They're gonna start getting more fluffy but if you'd perfer them angsty, tell me, cause I don't mind writing either :)
It took time, but Cas finally spoke. It was the 7th night of nightmares, and Dean's midnight arrivals were becoming routine. He didn't mind. The blue eyes greeting his arrival and the head of dark hair against his chest prevented nightmares from disrupting his sleep also. But the 7th night was particularily bad. The fallen angel's scream had echoed in the hallway and Dean's arrival hadn't stopped the tears. But the green eyed man perservered, holding Castiel's head to his chest and pressing his lips onto his forehead. And after a while the sobs subsided, and a small, muffled voice murmured into his chest, "Thank you."
And wasn't that something?