Humanity is exhausting. By now, this much Castiel knows.
Being human means that one has to eat. And sleep, which is pretty much a waste of precious time. It also means frequently having to use the bathroom, even at times when it’s terribly inconvenient. In all honesty, it sucks.
Or so Castiel thinks, until he wakes up in the bunker one morning with Dean Winchester already sitting on the edge of his bed, shyly offering him some coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Ironically, that one simple sandwich tells Castiel everything that he needs to know.
Perhaps it’s the taste of it, or the familiar structure; a ghost of memories long forgotten. But most of all, it’s the fact that Dean remembers. Remembers what Cas might need and enjoy at this point, remembers this one tiny detail that’s somehow enough to put the fallen angel at ease on a dreary Monday morning.
“I love peanut butter and jelly… Thank you,” Castiel says, sighing blissfully as he picks up the sandwich that Dean brought for breakfast.
Dean merely grins, looking nothing short of satisfied as he curls up next to Castiel on the bed, draping his arm over Castiel’s waist.
“Yeah, Cas. I know.”