Dean’s been used to having a bed to himself since he was 12 and told Sammy he was too old to share anymore. Except maybe for Lisa, he’s never really been with anybody long enough to think it’s normal to share a space so intimate.
So it was weird when he started sharing a bed with Cas. He hardly slept at all the first few nights, and Cas kept asking him over and over if he was all right and if he was sure this was OK.
But then on the fourth night Dean fell asleep within minutes, Cas’ arm wrapped tightly around his waist and his face pressed into his hair. When he woke up in the morning, he was in the same position. Like magic.
It takes Dean a few weeks to realize it, but it turns out he loves sharing his bed.
So when Sam brings a mutt home from the dog shelter, Dean has no qualms about making a spot for her at the foot of his and Cas’ bed.
She tangles in their feet and wakes them up in the middle of the night and sometimes crawls up to rest her head on Dean’s belly or occupies the space directly between them so they don’t get to touch all night or relentlessly licks their ankles and whines until they pet her–
Dean should be annoyed. He thinks maybe a few years ago he would’ve been. He liked his own space too much.
But now, as he’s scratching the dog’s head and staring up at the ceiling while Cas reads next to him, he finds himself saying, “We should get another dog.”