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Dean woke up before Castiel, which didn’t surprise him. He figured after all that he’d been through, especially last night, he’d be really freaking tired.
He had ended up sleeping on the bed with Castiel, deciding to stay for the night incase he had another nightmare. When Dean realized he had fallen asleep, he laid him down gently, and slept on top of the covers on the other side of the bed. He refused to sleep under them. He felt like sleeping under the covers with Castiel would be like sleeping with him (in a literal term, obviously), and after that interesting hug, he didn’t want to deal with any more weirdness. He wasn’t sleeping with Castiel, he was watching over him.
He was watching over him
Dean was watching over Castel.
The thought hit him like a brick wall. The sheer irony of it made him cringe. After all those years, Castiel had told him he would watch over him, and now it was the other way around. Now Dean was protecting Castiel.
“Mornin’” Sam said, breaking Dean out of his thoughts. He was pushing some eggs around on the stove, looking at Dean with an odd expression. Dean frowned at him for a second before replying.
“Morning sunshine” He said, using humor to cover up the awkwardness of he look Sam was giving him. Sam smirked slightly at the obvious cover-up, dumped his eggs on a plate and sat at the table with a coffee. Dean poured himself a cup and sat at the head of the table.
It didn’t take long for Dean to pick up on the way Sam was looking at him, like there was something he really wanted to mention, but didn’t quite know how to bring it up.
“What?” Dean finally snapped. Sam opened his mouth, ready to tell him how he saw Dean asleep on Castiel’s lap with a hand in his hair. How he had woken up that night to the sounds of someone hyperventilating. Tell him that he had gotten up to check on Castiel. That he had seen the way Dean had held him and comforted him. That he knew how Dean felt about him. How it was obvious. And how he was ok with it.
But just as he was about to talk, he saw Castiel walk around the corner, clothes wrinkled, hair messy, and eyes tinted red. Dean immediately noticed Sam’s attention shift upward, and turned around, knowing it was Castiel he was looking at.
“Hey, Cas” Dean said, unable to hold back the edge of softness that he felt when he saw him like that. Hair and clothes messy, looking less stressed. Even if his eyes were red, he still looked better. Dean smiled slightly.
“Morning,” Castiel said gruffly. He walked over to the table and sat down across from Sam.
“You hungry?” Sam asked tentatively. Castiel nodded without looking up at Sam, just keeping his eyes fixated on the table, still groggy from sleep. It was an unusual feeling for him. Even after weeks of waking up to this feeling, he felt slightly different that morning. Before he had always felt drained of all energy. Like sleep just made him feel worse. But that morning he felt rested. He felt like he was just in a haze because he just woke up, not because he barely ever had the energy to do anything.
He just felt better.
Sam’s face brightened, glad to see that Castiel actually wanted food, and got up to make him something to eat.
“So, Cas” Sam said after a long, awkward silence. “Feeling any better?”
“Yes. I think sleeping with Dean was very helpful.” He replied in a very matter-of-fact way. Dean stared at him in shock of what he just said. He knew Castiel had no idea what he just implied, but he was still pissed.
Sam just turned around, spatula in one hand, pan of eggs in the other. Looking back and forth between Dean and Castiel, trying to figure out if he meant what he thought he meant by “sleeping with Dean”
“Dean and Cas slept together?” Kevin said as he walked around the corner, interrupting Dean before he could even explain. “Called it.” He smirked at Castiel, and then glanced at Dean as he grabbed a snack.
Dean stared at him, dumbfounded that he would even think that. He gestured toward Kevin while looking at Sam, trying to explain himself, but he was too embarrassed and shocked to make any words come out.
“So…did you two actually…” Sam trailed off as he gestured between them.
“What?! No!” Dean finally managed to say. Unfortunately, his voice cracked at the first word, making his denial hard to believe. “I-I mean, we-we slept together, but we didn’t sleep together sleep together.” Dean fumbled. “We-look, we jut slept in the same bed. We didn’t-“ Dean just stopped and used a random, indefinable gesture to fill in the gap for the last word.
“Why did you two just sleep together?” Kevin asked, genuinely confused.
“Wait…you find it weird that we slept in the same bed, but you don’t find it weird if you think I fucked Cas?” Dean demanded angrily.
“I didn’t say you were the one doing the fucking.” Kevin retorted smugly.
“Dean, do they think we had sexual relations?” Castiel suddenly interjected, who, up until that point, was trying to figure out why everyone was making a big deal out of them sleeping in the same bed.
“Yes!” Dean finally exploded, shutting everyone up. They all stared at him as he blushed furiously. “Look,” Dean finally managed. “We did not have sex. Cas was having freakin nightmares! I couldn’t just - I mean, he – I - what was I s –“ He stopped himself, closing his eyes and digging his fists into the table in frustration. Finally, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “I need to take a walk.” He then stormed off, slamming the door behind him.