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Castiel focuses as he carefully tips the last of the ingredients into the bowl. He knows he should sleep and that Dean is probably still waiting for him to get his ass in bed but this is too important. Besides, his boyfriend already knows how Castiel gets when he has a goal in mind; there will be no rest until it is completed. Preparing to say the final words to the spell, loud footsteps interrupt Castiel.
"Cas?" Dean calls from the dark house. Huh, when did it get so late?
Coming into view, Castiel can see Dean's bedhead and tired eyes. The man in front of him wears a gray, long-sleeved, batman shirt and navy blue boxers. His voice, heavy with sleep, asks again: "Cas?"
"Dean. I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't mean to wake you.'
"'sokay, Cas. Why're ya up?"
"I was just finishing up on this new spell. I'll get to bed in a few minutes. I promise. Why don't you go to the bedroom and I'll be there soon?" Castiel directs his boyfriend away from the magical mess of a kitchen table to the bedroom but Dean stops him.
"No. I'll stay."
Castiel pulls out a kitchen chair for him to sit in and then continues working. There's no use arguing with a sleepy, grumpy Dean. He knows better.
Castiel goes back to the head of the table to start speaking the correct words, when, out of the corner of his eye, Castiel sees Dean's exhausted body lean forward as the man's eyes closed with sleep.
"Dean!" Castiel shouts but it's too late. Dean falls into the many different substances that line the table, the majority of which are either supernatural or have magical abilities. Then, Dean slides onto the floor, unconscious, with a dim glow resonating within his body. There is no telling what would happen to his boyfriend.