They wake him up at 5 in the summer. They barely had maybe two hours of sleep.
"It's a wren." Cas corrects him.
"Northern House Wren, actually. And there's a finch too, but no sparrow."
"How -- freaking of course, you speak bird," Dean groans, turning to sleep on his back, his legs entangled with the cover but he's too sleepy to get them unentangled -- mostly because they are wrestling with something else too that he doesn't want them to move away.
"They're talking about mating and breeding, and very enthusiastic about it," Cas informs him, moving closer and resting his chin next to his shoulder.
"That I can relate," Dean says, still not willing to open his eyes.
"You're like a bear," Cas whispers near his ear, moving his position again, his hair ruffling next to his cheek, soft and itchy.
"Yes, you are, when you're woken early."
Dean snuggles closer. "You're complaining?"
He can feel Cas's smile against his skin. "No, I like it."
"It?" Dean has half an eye open, still barely half awake.
"You." Cas looks at him, fingers stroking his hair. "I like you, whatever you're like."
"Except when I'm sleepy and grumpy," Dean mumbles, closing his eyes with an arm wrapped around Cas's waist.
"Not except -- especially," Cas rests his arm around Dean's other shoulder. "I like bears, too."
Dean hums, already half falling back asleep. The bed is soft and comfortable, and Cas's body is warm next to him.
"Tell the sparrows to shut for a few more hours, will ya?"
"Wrens don't listen very well, but I'll try," Cas speaks into his hair. Dean isn't sure if he pressed a kiss there too, but if he didn't, he can always ask for a proper one when they both wake up properly.
He doesn't hear any birds in his dream in the hours followed.
He wonders what Cas tells them.
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