Prompt- Dean sleep talks but instead of saying cute things his ramblings are fucking terrifying (ex: "why is the man staring at us?" "there is blood everywhere" etc.) Cas has probably lost 10 years of his life from this. Cute fluffy comedy.
(Iâm sorry this took SO long! Work, life, yadda yadda yadda. ;) Here you go, thank you for the prompt!)
No roommate is perfect. Castiel knows this.
Every relationship requires reaching compromises and learning boundaries, and itâs easier for things for become strained when two people are encroaching on each otherâs living space. And squeezing two complete strangers into a dorm room the size of a shoebox and expecting them to get along for a year? Well, in his opinion, itâs a miracle that the number of homicides on college campuses isnât higher, especially when adolescent hormones, poor impulse control, and underdeveloped frontal lobes are factored into the equation.
So, all things considered, Castiel feels pretty lucky to have Dean as his roommate.
Sure, Dean can be loud and boisterous, and he listens to music too loudly, but it doesnât bother Castiel too much after the first few weeks. Deanâs questionable âtastesâ in music actually start to grow on him, despite his better judgment. Heâs even started picking up words to some of the songs, because Dean has a habit of belting out a lyric and then pointing dramatically at Castiel to sing the next verse, and Castiel had gotten tired of the disappointed look on Deanâs face whenever he didnât know the words, so maybe he had looked up some of the lyrics between his classes.
But it definitely goes both ways, because Dean can pretend he doesnât like Castielâs soft jazz or documentaries or fiber-heavy cereal brands, but Castiel hasnât been fooled since the day he walked into their room and found Dean hunched over his laptop, eyes suspiciously red, transfixed by Castielâs copy of March of the Penguins. Before he could even say a word, Dean had slammed the laptop shut, face flushing red, and snapped, âShut up, Cas! Some of the eggs didnât hatch! Stop laughing, Cas!â
And yes, Dean can be a little over-the-top about cleaning (before rooming with Dean, Castiel wouldâve thought there could never be such a thing as too clean, but heâs learned differently), but heâs learned to live with it.
For example, when Castiel comes back from class and spots Dean on his hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards, the smell of Lysol hitting him like a brick to the face, heâs learned that Dean needs space, so he goes to the library for a few hours until Deanâs worked off whatever stress or anger heâs been keeping bottled up. Then he comes back, drags Dean away from wiping out the inside of their desk drawers, and takes him to The Roadhouse for a burger. If Dean decides to confide in him, good; but if not, he can still see the tension easing out of Deanâs shoulders as they sit in the familiar atmosphere, talking about classes, talking about everything and nothing, knees barely brushing under the table.
And, in an effort to do his part, Castiel has started being more mindful about picking up after himself and not leaving his damp towels on the floor. He even tries to remember to make his bed in the mornings, although he forgets more often than not in his haste to get ready for class (not that it really matters because itâll be made when he comes back, anyways).
And okay, Dean is lively and social and charismatic, and thereâs always strange people in their dorm room, but Dean always make a point to introduce Castiel to everyone and try to include Castiel in the conversations, even if he doesnât have much to contribute. Most of Deanâs friends are tolerable, and Castiel finds himself genuinely liking a few of them, such as Charlie and Benny, and even participating in political debates or Mario Kart games. And on the days that Castiel has a test or a paper due the next day, Dean will unceremoniously kick everyone out without Castiel even having to ask, good-naturedly yelling at everyone to âget lost, moochers, Cas has an Abnormal Psych test tomorrow and heâs gonna kick it in the ass!â.
And fine, Dean does party quite a bit on the weekends (or on the random Tuesday) and comes back in the middle of the night, inevitably waking up Castiel no matter how quiet he tries to be. But Castiel canât even hold it against him, because when he tucks Deanâs drunk ass into bed and brings him a glass of water and some ibuprofen, Dean gives him the most profoundly grateful look that itâs almost humbling. Castiel doesnât deserve a look like that for doing such a simple thing, a thing that any decent roommate would do.
Dean never says anything the next morning after these occurrences, but Castiel knows that Dean remembers, because Dean will find ways to make it up to him for the next week â just small things, like having coffee ready for him before his classes, or stocking up on Castielâs favorite brand of peanut butter.
So no, Dean isnât the perfect roommate, but Castiel doesnât mind. He knows heâs not perfect either. But they have a good system, and they get along pretty well most of the time. Thereâs still some things that Castiel doesnât understand â like why Dean insists that heâs dumb even though heâs excelling in his engineering classes â and they still have arguments, sometimes petty and sometimes not, but Castiel canât imagine being roommates with anyone except Dean.
Although honestly, Dean hasnât been just âa roommateâ for a long time now. Castiel considers the term âbest friendâ to be much more fitting. Castiel lives with his best friend, and he thinks this makes him very lucky.
