*touches wings* meme, continued from here
The couch was about as comfortable as anything could be; well-worn, but far better than floorboards. Cas wasn’t aware Sam had come back with a hot-wired car for a short break on Dean’s admonishment – some recovery time from his long, sleepless stint and struggle with Lucifer – and therefore hadn’t thought to be awake for it.
There was a decent chance Bobby hadn’t known, either.
Still, the gentle hand smoothing over his coverts, lesser and greater, woke him up; he half-expected it to be Bobby, but instead, it was the younger Winchester.
Cas held very still for a moment, eyes wide, but he didn’t feel threatened. Just shocked, for the moment, and genuinely, deeply hoping Dean wasn’t going to follow.
“…hello, Sam.”
Sam froze at the sound of the angel’s voice, shock and embarrassment flooding his face at waking him up like this. “Cas,” he faltered quietly, taking a step back. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean - I just - I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things or if I was really seeing you like this...”
He ground the heel of one hand into his eyes, which still felt sore and gritty after all the time he’d spent just not sleeping, and took another look. “Sorry I woke you up,” he added, shamefaced. “Dean sent me back to catch a break. Forgot you guys’d be asleep at this time.”
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