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So after finding a gift of a 3 page plot outline that I did months ago, I've decided to undertake NaNoWriMo this year! Moments will still be my priority but you MAY have to wait another month for smutty Moments… (though I've got a name for it: Behind Closed Doors)

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127. Comfort

When he woke up the next morning with a dried-out shirt and his splotchy-faced angel in his arms, Dean knew that he had to get Cas to talk about last night. But Cas looked far more peaceful now that he was sleeping and so Dean decided to let his angel sleep on for a little while longer. It was only twenty minutes later that Cas began to stir, groaning softly and shifting in Dean's arms. When his eyelids fluttered open, revealing sleep-glazed blue eyes, Dean couldn't help but grin.

"Morning, angel." He leaned down and captured Cas' lips in a slow, deep kiss that Cas sleepily but eagerly reciprocated. Once he broke away, Dean heaved himself up so that he was leaning against the headboard of the bed and he pulled Cas up with him.

"You're going to ask me about last night, aren't you?" Cas sighed, shifting to get more comfortable in Dean's arms.

"Yep," Dean said. "We gotta talk about it, Cas. Why were you crying?"

Cas sighed, looking down to avoid meeting Dean's eyes.

"I had a nightmare," he admitted. "I – do you know what yesterday was?"

Dean frowned.

"Wednesday?" he said.

"November the second. The anniversary of your mother's death."

Dean felt his stomach drop. How could he have forgotten? He'd spent every November second since he'd had his first beer drinking away the pain and memories! And he'd completely forgotten yesterday!

"Dammit!" he cursed. "How could –"

"I made sure that you wouldn't remember," Cas said firmly. "I kept you busy yesterday so that you wouldn't drink yourself into a stupor."

"But?" Dean prompted, feeling a wave of love surge over him. Cas sighed.

"But," he continued, "it backfired on me. I – I had a nightmare that I was burning on the ceiling…and you just left me there. I was convinced for a moment that you didn't care for me because you had forgotten the date yesterday and I know that is completely untrue and you would die for me or Sam or the girls but – well, my mind didn't think so."

Dean stared at Cas in horror. How could Cas even think that he'd leave him there? And why was Cas having these dreams? Dean was the one who dreamed about his loved ones burning on the ceiling!

"You dumbass, Cas!" He gently tugged Cas' head up by his hair and planted a firm, hard kiss on his mouth. "I'd never ever leave you behind! And why the hell were you having those dreams?"

"I think I was so focused on keeping you occupied that it turned inward," Cas said. Dean groaned and rested his cheek on Cas' head.

"Don't do that next time, angel," he said. "I can handle it. I'm a big boy. Nothing's worth you hurting yourself over!"

"Except you," Cas mumbled. Dean was about to retort but he noticed that Cas was drifting into a light doze, so he just sighed and began to stroke his angel's hair, intent on giving him all the comfort he could.