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"mmthfuck.. cas?" my words slur as I groggily rub sleep from my eyes. Castiel is standing at the foot of my bed, his grace shimmering and pulsing erratically.
He just stands there, so I roll over onto my back and push myself up on my hands, looking at him more thoroughly.
His hair is tousled, his trenchcoat is ruffled, and he's wringing his hands nervously. Why he's still in in his trenchcoat and, well. all his normal clothing this late at night is beyond me, but it's the lesser of my concerns right now.
"Whus going on Cas? Is it Sam and Dean, are they ok?" I'm a bit more awake now, but certainly not thrilled at the prospect of having to go on a hunt this late.
"No. Sam and Dean are well." He says this simply, but is still as nervous as when he arrived.
"Ok.. what's wrong, then?" He is just stood at the side of my bed, looking rather like a lost dog. A very nervous lost dog.
"I believe I have experienced what you would call a night terror." He blurts out, his grace flickering again. The brief light illuminates his face, his eyes slightly red and puffy. I'm sure he doesn't know that he's been crying.
My gaze softens, and I stand up to meet him. I'm slightly taller than him, and he looks up to meet my eyes, a bit desperately.
"What do I do?" He asks me, reaching out to grab the hem of my shirt. He grips it like it's a lifeline, his hands shaking a bit.
"Oh hon, c'mere." I pull him into a gentle hug. It's awkward; he lets his hands falls to his side and he shakes a bit more, but he doesn't pull away. He eventually rests his head on my shoulder, and just sobs.
"What- hic, what is this? Wh- why am I-“ He grabs onto my shirt again, wiping his eyes on my shoulder. I let him.
"You're crying, Cas. It's ok, don't worry, it'll be ok." I reach up and ghost my hand over the back of his head, resting on his neck, attempting to ground him. "You're gonna be ok."
"I have some extra pajamas in the dresser, if you want?" I say, still holding him. He looks up at me, a bit lost. I tug on my own loose, soft shirt. "Night clothes, Cas. Cmon."
We walk over to my dresser and I pull out fluffy cat pajama pants and random shirt, smiling to myself a little bit. He doesn't seem to care as I hand them to him. In a different situation, I would amuse myself more, but right now I'm worried about Cas.
"You can go in the bathroom to- oh, that. works too.” The pajamas appeared on his body, and the trenchcoat and other items on the ground. I kick them off to the side and walk back over to him.
"These are comfortable." He says, fidgeting with the sides of the pants. He's avoiding my gaze now, looking around the room nervously.
"C'mere Cas" I mumble, reaching for him again. He gives in to the touch, slouching his shoulders and huffing.
"I'm sorry for waking you." He says, after a poorly concealed yawn on my part. I take a step back to look at him again, tilting my head.
"'S ok. Would-" I look away a bit awkwardly at this point. "Would you want to stay, here? Tonight." I meet his eyes again, shuffling my feet towards the bed a little bit, almost trying to pull him along with me. "Just, if you wanted the company?"
"Yes. Please." He says quickly, grabbing my wrist as though i'd change my mind. I nod, pulling him towards me and flopping back onto the bed, the springs groaning a bit. I tug the blankets up over us and pull Cas against my chest. He goes still again, looking up at me.
"Here, there you go," I turn him and pull his arm around me, so our chests are flush against each other and his head is tucked in the crook of my neck. He relaxes into this spot, letting his weight sink onto me.
He's warm, and his breathing slows.
"Good?" I murmur into his hair, curling myself into him a bit more. It's comfortable with him like this, and it feels good to keep him safe for once.
"Good." He agrees, simply.
This is good.