Yes, it is a Nest, No I am Not a Bird
Castiel had found the perfect spot for his nest, and had collected as much soft comfortable materials as he could. He had even tucked his own trenchcoat into the nest. It was just large enough for two or three people. Tiki torches were staked around the perimeter, telling where he had placed his claim. He wasn’t finished yet…something was not quite right…and he was missing someone. Cas needed someone to nest with.
“This nesting ritual transfers from the physical to the emotional/intellectual by cleaning out the mental clutter.”—http://www.hitchedmag.com/article.php?id=913
Rock the Nest
Ti closed up his shop for a week or so to go on ‘vacation’. It reality he he was in a little cabin in the woods, surrounded by blankets, feathers, clothes, and a few stuffed animals. He wanted to call is Twin, but he wasn’t sure if that was I good idea. Tiberius tensed and he heard the door creak open. “This is a private home…”