Castiel blinked and looked up in astonishment. Dean was staring at him expectantly, firmly clenching his jaw and holding himself tensely, his eyes full of fear but also, Cas thought, hope.
“What?” Castiel answered whilst trying to figure out what Dean was asking him. He was so tired and weary after the past few days that he could barely think straight. His purely human brain failing him in its ability to decipher all the intricacies in the look Dean was giving him. Dean’s shoulders slumped at his answer in obvious disappointment. Castiel furrowed his brow.
“Whatever man… Sorry. I… I’m going to bed… I’m exhausted. You must be too.” Dean made a motion to turn and it occurred to Castiel that Dean’s defences were back up and strong once again but Castiel reached out and touched his shoulder. His mind had finally caught up.
“Wait. Yes, Sorry. I meant yes. I’m coming… with you, that is. Of course.” He stuttered over his words and held Dean’s gaze hoping that that would clarify his meaning. Dean’s lip twitched in a microscopic smile and he nodded.