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99. Insomnia
Dean didn't know why but he'd been getting an absolutely shit sleep lately. That was nothing new. It was a rare night when he got more than four hours of sleep; old habits die hard, even with Cas there to embrace as they slept. But lately, Dean was finding that he was only getting around two to three hours of sleep – if he did get any sleep in the first place.
That night was no different. While Cas slumbered on, his arm draped loosely over Dean's chest, Dean remained stubbornly awake and glared at the ceiling, trying to force himself to drift off and failing. Eventually, when his bright phone screen told him that it was bordering on four in the morning, Dean just gave up and stopped trying altogether. Carefully sliding out from under Cas' arm, Dean slipped out of bed and shuffled quietly to the kitchen, figuring that if he wasn't going to get any sleep then he may as well make himself a nice cup of coffee and try to burn away the exhaustion that had seemed to settle down inside him permanently. He had just poured his first cup of coffee when Cas, sporting the sexiest bed hair ever, ambled into the kitchen, his sleepy blue eyes half-closed.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" Dean said sheepishly.
"It wasn't your fault," Cas yawned, pouring himself a cup of coffee and joining Dean. "I always notice when you leave our bed. Are you suffering from insomnia again?"
"Yep." Dean took a large gulp of coffee, wincing when it stung his throat on the way down. "Frigging blast, isn't it?" He rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Go back to bed, Cas. I know you're still sleepy. Don't stay up on my account."
"No," Cas said simply. "I'm not letting you stay up by yourself. I'm staying here with you, Dean. And with this coffee, I would not be able to go back to sleep anyway."
Dean smiled tiredly at Cas and took his hand, lacing their fingers together.
"You're an angel, man."
After finishing their coffees, the two men returned to bed. But they didn't sleep; instead, Cas climbed into bed, gathered Dean in his arms and held him close, stroking his hair and murmuring soft words to him. It didn't put Dean to sleep but he closed his eyes, pressed soft kisses to Cas' throat and clavicle and wondered just how he deserved Cas after everything he'd done in his crappy life.