library was silent, as could be expected at three in the morning. The silence
used to be deafening to Dean whenever he wasted his hours there on a sleepless
night, but this time, it was almost comforting. Trying to make as little noise
as possible, he closed the door behind him, quietly sneaking in.
one of the comfortable chairs in the corner was Castiel, brow furrowed in concentration
as he flipped through the pages of an old dusty book. Dean’s heart soared at
the sight; Castiel being there.
Castiel making himself at home. Castiel
who had ditched his many coats, leaving nothing but the white dress shirt, his
tie loose. Cas had been at the bunker plenty of times, but it had always been temporary,
and with a purpose. Business.
This time, there
was no purpose. No reason other than Dean wanting
him to stay. Wanting him close, because he needed Cas’ presence, and had at
last gathered the courage to tell the angel exactly what it was he needed. It
had been a week of many firsts… First brutally honest talk, first love
confession, first kiss.
hardly a time for a human to be awake, Dean.” Cas spoke without looking up from
his book, but he sounded more amused than condescending.
in the middle of the room. Of-freaking-course.
No point in sneaking around when the one you were trying to sneak up on was a supernatural
being with heightened senses.
too, look who’s talking.” Dean sputtered a defense.
up now, lifting an eyebrow at Dean, vivid blue eyes narrowing. “But unlike you,
I’m not human.”
considered coming up with a cocky remark, one that could possibly start an
argument. But he didn’t; it would only be a waste of precious time. Time that
he’d rather spend doing other things.
no hesitation as Dean crossed the room, then pushed the book aside so that he
could make himself comfortable in Cas’ lap, nuzzling Cas’ shoulder.
warm, and comfortable, and he smelled exceptionally nice. Sleep came to Dean
the second he tucked his head under Cas’ chin and wrapped his arms around the
angel’s waist, Cas’ arms enveloping him in return. Dean’s eyes were already
drooping when he heard Castiel chuckle softly.
“This is where you’re choosing to sleep?”
Cas questioned incredulously, murmuring the words into Dean’s hair, warm breath
soothingly caressing Dean’s scalp.
out a sleepy smile, not sure if Castiel would be able to see it at all from
this angle, but making an effort nonetheless.
He slurred. “Changed my mind… You were right, Cas… ‘S no time for a human to be
thing Dean remembered before slipping into a world of pleasant dreams, was the
soft brush of Cas’ lips against the top of his head. Dean blessed his lucky
stars for having an angel boyfriend to watch over him.