Dean would rather sleep in the car, but Dean doesn't get a choice in the matter. Gabriel's seen to that with a snap of the fingers. There's a single tree over them, casting shade that leaves only their feet in the path of the sun, warming their chilled toes as the rest of them cool and relax after the grueling rigor of an all-night hunt.
"So what, we're not allowed to get up until...?"
"Until you're good and rested," Gabriel says. "And that goes for you too, Captain Trenchpants." He gives a scathing look at Castiel, who is lying face up, stiff, as though he's about to get put through a CAT scan.
"He's right, you know," Sam sighs and lays a hand over Castiel's. "You should relax. Just let your body recover."
"I can heal my body--"
"But you shouldn't have to," Sam says, quietly insistent. "Just let it go at its own pace for once."
"They don't understand us men of action," Dean says, turning onto his side to grin at Castiel.
"Oh, please. You look like you're one margarita away from comatose." Gabriel settles down into the grass himself. "Now close your eyes, inhale the fresh air, and take a fricking nap, the lot of you. Behave, or I'll draw mustaches on you in your sleep."
"You will not," Sam says, and yawns. "You're gonna sleep, too."
"Stop telling all my secrets," Gabriel says and crawls his way over to Sam's chest to lean on it. "Mean bitch."
Dean gives a half-conscious murmur of assent. Castiel's breathing evens out.
Hand in hand, head on chest, shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart, they fall asleep in the shade, the world turning slowly around them.
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Date: 2011-07-05 10:33 pm (UTC)"So what, we're not allowed to get up until...?"
"Until you're good and rested," Gabriel says. "And that goes for you too, Captain Trenchpants." He gives a scathing look at Castiel, who is lying face up, stiff, as though he's about to get put through a CAT scan.
"He's right, you know," Sam sighs and lays a hand over Castiel's. "You should relax. Just let your body recover."
"I can heal my body--"
"But you shouldn't have to," Sam says, quietly insistent. "Just let it go at its own pace for once."
"They don't understand us men of action," Dean says, turning onto his side to grin at Castiel.
"Oh, please. You look like you're one margarita away from comatose." Gabriel settles down into the grass himself. "Now close your eyes, inhale the fresh air, and take a fricking nap, the lot of you. Behave, or I'll draw mustaches on you in your sleep."
"You will not," Sam says, and yawns. "You're gonna sleep, too."
"Stop telling all my secrets," Gabriel says and crawls his way over to Sam's chest to lean on it. "Mean bitch."
Dean gives a half-conscious murmur of assent. Castiel's breathing evens out.
Hand in hand, head on chest, shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart, they fall asleep in the shade, the world turning slowly around them.