‘Prayer is a sign of faith.’
That was a very poetic way of putting it, but Dean had always been far from agreeing with that particular phrase. If you would’ve asked Dean a couple of years ago, he would’ve told you that praying was like begging. Dean didn’t like to beg, not ever.
And yet, one thing had been powerful enough to change his mind about it.
On days like today, when he felt tired, lonely. When he was craving company, the company of someone who genuinely cared about him. It usually started with Dean staring at the ceiling of his room while listening to music, and it often ended in a single name falling from his lips without him even realizing, always followed by something that could only be labeled as ‘praying’.
“Cas… Have you got your ears on? I’ve had a rough day, man. And I think Sammy’s mad at me… You know, the usual, crappy hunt. I was only trying to save him, but he took it the wrong way. Disappeared into his room when we got back to the bunker and won’t utter a word to me. I know he’ll come around, he always does… But I just need you here, so if you have five minutes to spare-”
The soft rustling of wings cut off the prayer. Dean could feel Cas’ eyes on him before actually seeing the angel whom he knew so well. He felt the bed dip, knowing that Cas was quietly joining him like he often did.
Times like these, Dean was reminded why he always made sure to keep one half of the bed empty.
He turned on his side, finding that Castiel was right there, mirroring him. Cas’ hand reached for one of Dean’s, smoothly intertwining their fingers. Blue eyes provided comfort and safety.
They didn’t talk; Cas being here was enough, and they both were aware of that. When Castiel gently kissed Dean’s knuckles, Dean could smile again, all memories of a bad day washing away at once.
To some, prayer was a sign of faith. To others, it felt like begging. But to Dean… It had become a sign of love.