Dean had essentially taught the angel how to sleep. Castiel had been tired but it only took the spanse of two minutes of Dean having to watch him lay there rigidly in the bed before he told him to get comfortable, move around. It was no secret that Cas had watched the hunter sleep before, so he began mimicking Dean's mannerisms in sleep. They shared a bed often, Sam claiming he was just too damn big for it. So when the odd foot in his knee turned into and arm over his shoulders or a leg over his thighs Dean didn't complain. And when it turned into nightly spooning, with Cas' nose resting in Dean's hairline he didn't push him off, because really when was the last time Dean had been touched affectionately?
It was such a night that Dean was laying awake, listening to Cas' gentle breathing right in his ear when the nightmare came. The former angel's entire body clenched, tightening his grip on the hunter to the point where Dean gasped for air. He tried to break free but Cas had him in a vice. He twisted around as Castiel began shuddering against him. The sleeping man had sweat in his hair line and his face was scrunched together as if in pain.
"Hey, hey," Dean whispered, assuming Sammy was still in the bed opposite. Castiel's eyes were leaking large tears and Dean wiped them away with a thumb as he tried to wake him gently. "Cas, come on man, you're dreaming."
Cas' eyes jolted open, a look of shock and fear on his face, lips parted slightly. He fisted the hunter's t-shirt a few times before relaxing enough that Dean could move. Dean sighed as he righted himself and leaned against the headboard, noting Sam isn't in his bed. "Bad dream?"
Cas nodded quickly before running a hand over his face. He looked at his fingers like he'd never seen sweat or tears before and it occurred to Dean that he had probably never seen his own. "I've never had one before."
Dean gives a sympathetic face. "I've had some pretty bad ones in my time."
"I know," Cas looks up to him. "I used to prevent or stop them when I could."
Dean mulls over the new information with a frown."I didn't know that."
"What do people do, when they can't stop them from happening?" Cas looks genuinely worried and Dean wants desperately to fix it for him. He slides his arm under Cas' shoulders and tugs him to him so he's mostly laying on his chest. Without really thinking about it, he presses a kiss into Cas' forehead.
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Date: 2012-03-11 06:27 am (UTC)It was such a night that Dean was laying awake, listening to Cas' gentle breathing right in his ear when the nightmare came. The former angel's entire body clenched, tightening his grip on the hunter to the point where Dean gasped for air. He tried to break free but Cas had him in a vice. He twisted around as Castiel began shuddering against him. The sleeping man had sweat in his hair line and his face was scrunched together as if in pain.
"Hey, hey," Dean whispered, assuming Sammy was still in the bed opposite. Castiel's eyes were leaking large tears and Dean wiped them away with a thumb as he tried to wake him gently. "Cas, come on man, you're dreaming."
Cas' eyes jolted open, a look of shock and fear on his face, lips parted slightly. He fisted the hunter's t-shirt a few times before relaxing enough that Dean could move. Dean sighed as he righted himself and leaned against the headboard, noting Sam isn't in his bed. "Bad dream?"
Cas nodded quickly before running a hand over his face. He looked at his fingers like he'd never seen sweat or tears before and it occurred to Dean that he had probably never seen his own. "I've never had one before."
Dean gives a sympathetic face. "I've had some pretty bad ones in my time."
"I know," Cas looks up to him. "I used to prevent or stop them when I could."
Dean mulls over the new information with a frown."I didn't know that."
"What do people do, when they can't stop them from happening?" Cas looks genuinely worried and Dean wants desperately to fix it for him. He slides his arm under Cas' shoulders and tugs him to him so he's mostly laying on his chest. Without really thinking about it, he presses a kiss into Cas' forehead.
"They do this, Cas."