#wordsappreciationlife

[deanwinchestersheart]

Perhaps you are the beast and he the storm. He tames the monster in the calm of his center while he falls into destruction.

j.x.

[deanwinchestersheart]

We did not take pictures but you were my many firsts; I remember everything.

J.X.

[baredwolf]

once again, i burn

[hubrisandwax]

"I can’t sleep, Dean," he says, standing in the doorway to Dean’s room for the third time that night - an inked shape drawn in broad brushstrokes against warm yellow light. Dean rolls over and blinks blearily at the intruder.

"Cas?" Dean’s voice is sleep rough and heavy, like he’s spent the last three hours sucking on cotton balls. His first instinct is to reach for the gun kept in the drawer beside his bed. "Everything okay?"

"No," Cas says, shifting his weight. "Every time I close my eyes, I’m transported to a new place. It’s disconcerting."

Dean can’t help himself; he chuckles quietly. He removes his hand from where it’s hovering in the air between the bed and the table and eases himself back under the sheets. “You’re dreaming, Cas.”

 A tiny, irate huff comes from the foot of his bed. “Angels don’t dream, Dean.”

"Angels apparently don’t eat PB&J sandwiches or watch romcoms, either, but hey - there’s a first for everything." Dean sinks further into the warm, gentle comfort of his memory foam mattress. “Your dreams’re probably a result of the fall, or something,. Go back to sleep.”

Silence. Three minutes pass. Dean can still feel the angel’s eyes watching him, and, judging by sound, Cas probably hasn’t moved an inch. Hell, the dude watched over earth for millennia; he could probably comfortably stand there all night.

Dean, on the other hand, doesn’t do well at being watched.

"I’m not gonna get rid of you, am I?" Dean mumbles irritably when the red numbers on the clock beside his bed indicate that fifteen minutes have passed. "C’mon, then. I’m not having you ‘watch over’ me all night, or whatever."

More silence; Cas doesn’t move. Dean opens his eyes simply so he can roll them - since when was playing mom to angels part of his job description?

"That was an invitation. We ain’t got all night, sunshine."

Dean hears Cas move towards the bed. He slides stiffly between the sheets and lies on his back, hair a murky splash against the pillow, skin glowing gold in the half light. His body remains entirely rigid. Dean sighs. In the morning, he’ll blame it on exhaustion and the fact that he was half asleep, but he trails his fingertips down the length of Cas’s forearm in an effort to comfort him, whispering in to the air between them, “It’s okay, Cas. You’re safe.”

Cas relaxes, then, like someone’s let all the air out of a balloon. Dean feels tentative nails scratch against his palm before Cas curls his fingers between Dean’s, a tiny smile playing across his lips.

"Thank you, Dean. You’re the best at chasing monsters away, after all" is the last thing Dean hears before he falls back to sleep.

[baredwolf]

happily ever after...

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