Castiel complies withthat as well, not because it's an order, but because it's an offer he had hoped would be made. It's the final proof that they'll be alright, the two of them, despite what happened tonight. He relaxes as he scoots over, aligns himself along Sam's side and rests his head on the man's chest. There's warmth to be shared there, a steady heartbeat that lulls Castiel slowly to sleep, a familiar scene that speaks of him. Just before he drifts off, he murmurs 'I love you, too'.
Castiel wakes up early the next morning, mainly because he aches and enjoyed deep, restful slumber in Sam's arms otherwise. Disentangling himself is not an easy task without waking the young man, but he manages, though it takes a soft kiss to prevent him from stirring awake. Castiel winces when he pulls on one of Sam's shirt and his sweatpants before shuffling outside the room quietly and towards the kitchen. Every step is painful, but he has some missteps to make up for, and the kitchen is where he can start on that. Just a simple breakfast.
He'll manage that without burning the place down, surely.
How hard can it be?
Luckily Dean wakes up and intervenes before Castiel can ruin the second carton of eggs. He notices the way the fallen angel carries himself, as if the presence of Sam's oversized giant moose shirt on Castiel wasn't indication enough, but he knows not to say anything. He can't claim to understand the life style they've chosen, but he knows it's not abuse. Everything they do happens with utter consent and under strict rules of safety and security. They're in good hands with one another.
Doesn't mean Dean's not gonna fuss over Cas if they had a... well. Uh. Rough night.
Heh.
So he presses a carton of cereal, a bowl, spoon and milk into Castiel's arm, certain that he can't mess that up, and sends him to laze on the couch and watch Kevin play video games or bicker with him over whether they can't switch to Saturday morning cartoons, or whatever, while he goes to make proper breakfast and coffee.
Castiel is a little shit and only takes the carton of cereal.
When Sam enters the kitchen, too long hair sticking up everwhere, Dean grins. "Mornin' sunshine. Cas is vegging on the couch. You two... good?"
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Castiel wakes up early the next morning, mainly because he aches and enjoyed deep, restful slumber in Sam's arms otherwise. Disentangling himself is not an easy task without waking the young man, but he manages, though it takes a soft kiss to prevent him from stirring awake. Castiel winces when he pulls on one of Sam's shirt and his sweatpants before shuffling outside the room quietly and towards the kitchen. Every step is painful, but he has some missteps to make up for, and the kitchen is where he can start on that. Just a simple breakfast.
He'll manage that without burning the place down, surely.
How hard can it be?
Luckily Dean wakes up and intervenes before Castiel can ruin the second carton of eggs. He notices the way the fallen angel carries himself, as if the presence of Sam's oversized giant moose shirt on Castiel wasn't indication enough, but he knows not to say anything. He can't claim to understand the life style they've chosen, but he knows it's not abuse. Everything they do happens with utter consent and under strict rules of safety and security. They're in good hands with one another.
Doesn't mean Dean's not gonna fuss over Cas if they had a... well. Uh. Rough night.
Heh.
So he presses a carton of cereal, a bowl, spoon and milk into Castiel's arm, certain that he can't mess that up, and sends him to laze on the couch and watch Kevin play video games or bicker with him over whether they can't switch to Saturday morning cartoons, or whatever, while he goes to make proper breakfast and coffee.
Castiel is a little shit and only takes the carton of cereal.
When Sam enters the kitchen, too long hair sticking up everwhere, Dean grins. "Mornin' sunshine. Cas is vegging on the couch. You two... good?"