Wanderlust-Mischief: My ship is obvi Destiel, object is a pillow, && location is a small apartment in NY.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! This is an AU (kinda), it takes place sometime after they end up losing Sam and the bunker no longer feels like home.
Dean still had no fucking idea why he agreed to this.
Not only was he exhausted from moving halfway across the country, but he was living in this small ass apartment in the middle of New York City. He wasn’t complaining about that though… in fact he kind of liked it. Small worked. It was cozy.
No, it wasn’t the apartment that was bothering him. It was Cas.
Cas, who was curled up near his side, taking up the majority of the bed. The covers included. Dean could complain about the space, but in reality—the bed wasn’t big enough to fit both of them either.
Nope, it wasn’t the bed that was bothering him. It was Cas.
The fallen angel was snoring. And Dean had no idea that Cas was such a heavy sleeper. He was noisy, and impressively resistant to Dean’s continuous attempts to wake the man up. Fuck, it’s not like he carried any of the boxes up here. Why the fuck was he so tired?
Dean sighed loudly and shifted his position, now lying on his side—facing Cas. He watched the other man for what seemed like hours and listened as the snoring slowly faded away.
Dean found that he missed it.
No… It wasn’t the noise that was bothering him. It was just Cas.
“I still can’t believe you forgot to pack the pillows…” Dean mumbled quietly; mostly to himself. He wasn’t angry, not anymore. And he shouldn’t really be blaming Cas, but he couldn’t help it.
Cas only brought one pillow. It was the last thing he grabbed before heading out the bunker because he wanted to sleep the entire way to New York. Dean understood. He was human now. He needed it.
“We have one.” A gravelly voice responded.
Dean scoffed. Yeah, now he decides to wake up. It was true though. They had the one pillow. And Cas insisted they share it since Dean overreacted about the lack of pillows in the apartment. He was too tired to drive to the store for new ones.
Cas opened his eyes and stared at Dean. ‘Personal space’ boundaries clearly ignored as they were only inches apart.
It wasn’t an awkward silence that followed that statement. But Dean was at a sudden loss for words. Cas was close. Their heads even closer as they struggled to stay on the single pillow.
It was Castiel, fallen Angel of the Lord, who was staring intently at Dean– almost waiting for a response, but comfortable with the silence.
It was Cas and their God damn ‘profound bond’ along with Dean’s urge to scoot closer, but knowing that once he does. Things will never be the same.
And it was also Dean. ‘The Righteous Man’. Saved by an angel. Who watched as Cas pulled back the covers and threw them over the other man once he realized he had taken them all in his sleep, ignoring the sudden overwhelming thought that ‘maybe everything is going to be alright.’
Dean, too caught up in his thoughts didn’t even notice the sudden warmth against him immediately. It was Cas. Who made the first move.
And it was also Cas, who gave ‘Being kissed by an Angel’ an entirely new meaning.
Dean doesn’t even like sleeping with pillows.
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