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184. Warm

Castiel knew that there was something wrong with Dean. His human had been off all day and it was beginning to worry him that he hadn't even received a hug from Dean. When he tried to ask Dean about it, he was just brushed off and given a quick, dismissive response.

Fine, then. He'd just have to do something about it.

When Dean walked into their room later that night, Castiel was ready. Before Dean could protest, he was grabbed and tackled to the ground, letting out a surprised exclamation.

"What the hell, Cas?"

"Tell me what's wrong, Dean," Castiel ordered, straddling Dean. Dean swallowed, his eyes flicking around to the blankets and pillows surrounding them; Castiel had spent half an hour making the perfect blanket nest, finding it much cosier than their bed.

"Nothing," Dean finally muttered.

"Dean –"

"I'm serious, Cas. Nothing."

"Then why have you been brushing me off all day?"

"Because – because I've been a bit…down. I woke up and couldn't handle it."

His stomach churning, Castiel reached out to caress Dean's cheek. Dean closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.

"Why didn't you tell me? Or at least seek physical comfort?"

His eyes still closed, Dean looked away.

"Didn't wanna burden you," he mumbled. "Feeling down for nothing, so I figured I'd deal with it."

Castiel sighed loudly and bent down to give Dean a kiss.

"For the last time, Dean, if you have a problem then tell me! You could never be a burden to me! I don't care how trivial your problem is."

Dean refused to open his eyes. Castiel slid off him into the blankets and pulled one up over them.

"Did you really have to build a nest?" Dean groaned.

"I find this nest very comfortably, Dean. But if you don't like it, we can move up to the bed."

"No, I like it. I just – is this some old angel birdy thing?"

Castiel scowled at Dean, who just snickered. When Dean held his arms out questioningly, Castiel immediately shifted closer and allowed his human to hold him tightly, pressing light kisses to his hair.

"Love you, bumblebee."

Castiel smiled stupidly.

"You haven't called me that in a long time, Dean."

"Felt like using it."

"Well, I'm happy you feel like using it again. I missed that nickname."

Dean chuckled quietly and began to stroke Castiel's hair. Castiel purred and snuggled into Dean, feeling warm and cosy and fuzzy.