( lord, he's had so much to drink and yet he could really go for another right about now. how can one still not be drunk enough to deal with this kind of information after drinking practically all day.
he scrubs a hand over his face. )
Yeah, tell me about it.
( it's been two weeks in this hell hole with every instinct on high alert, and yet everyone telling him the spirits are his friends and maybe he shouldn't stab everyone he meets. sticking a hunter in a forest full of monsters and telling him not to hunt is a lot like dumping a fish in the ocean and telling it not to swim. and with michael? he's barely been sleeping, too paranoid michael might get out if he closes his eyes too long. because if michael were to escape? this place would be well and truly fucked. )
I'm gonna — lie down now. If you don't mind.
( he's exhausted, the alcohol swimming in his veins making him drowsy. he's been holding onto consciousness for well longer than is healthy, and now his body is finally fighting back. he pats cas' arm on his way toward the bed. )
[ There's an expression that ghosts across Castiel's features, there. Surprise, perhaps, though muted - he's not as expressive yet as Dean knows him to become. Still, if you know to look for it, it's there. More at the out loud admission than the nature of it - he knows to have him here gives Dean much needed and quite powerful backup, despite the limitations of his existence here.
Rather than dwell on it, Castiel nods. ]
I... wish you didn't have to be here. But now that you are...
[ He takes a seat in an armchair next to the bed, without commenting on the fact that he intends to guard Dean's sleep tonight. He knows of the nightmares that so often plague the man. What's a little grace to soothe them. ]
( a soft, sleepy sort of smile pulls at his face in way of response, which ultimately says more than dean's capable of at the moment (don't go, i need you here). he crashes onto the mattress, unsurprised that cas hasn't left him to his privacy. dean wouldn't exactly ask him to; he's too stubborn for that, even now, after everything they've been through — or, a version of them, anyway.
maybe this cas won't have the chance to catch up (not that dean's giving up on finding a way out of here), but it doesn't change the warm thing that sits in his chest, burrowed behind his ribcage, lighting him up from the inside in a way alcohol never has. he's acutely aware of it even in this state, when he looks over to cas sitting by the bed and feels safe. )
You ain't gonna sit there all night, are ya?
( it's always the opposite thing that comes out of his mouth. but he can only hope cas knows him well enough to understand that. )
[ He does know him well enough. Castiel has already relaxed into the chair as much as he can ever relax. He intends to send Sam a message once Dean is fast asleep and Castiel has seen to it his sleep will be deep and without nightmares. ]
( at this point, honestly, he's too exhausted to protest. if he were a handful of years younger and still worried about personal space or things being weird, maybe. or maybe it has to do more with the fact that sam and his judging eyes are in another room, so dean feels less like he needs to overperform the ritual of masculinity. )
Yeah, yeah, alright Edward.
( regardless, he curls up with a pillow and mumbles something else, almost indistinct, his eyelids falling heavy over weary eyes. )
This is where you say "good night, sleep tight, don't let the archangels bite."
( but any response will fall on sleeping ears. )
I think this is a good place for a wrap but I needed to get this in for Reasons
[ Castiel squints at the line of Dean's shoulders as he settles in for sleep. Edward...? It baffles him as much as Clarence, and the thought, for a moment, brings an ache to Castiel's chest, as he remembers things that could have been and will never be.
He doesn't understand the reference, and will not ask.
He does, however, allow his lips to tug into a fond smile. And as he feels Dean drift off to sleep and draps his grace over Dean's dreams like a weighted blanket, he murmurs: ]
Good night, Dean. Sleep tight. I won't let any archangels bite.
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he scrubs a hand over his face. )
Yeah, tell me about it.
( it's been two weeks in this hell hole with every instinct on high alert, and yet everyone telling him the spirits are his friends and maybe he shouldn't stab everyone he meets. sticking a hunter in a forest full of monsters and telling him not to hunt is a lot like dumping a fish in the ocean and telling it not to swim. and with michael? he's barely been sleeping, too paranoid michael might get out if he closes his eyes too long. because if michael were to escape? this place would be well and truly fucked. )
I'm gonna — lie down now. If you don't mind.
( he's exhausted, the alcohol swimming in his veins making him drowsy. he's been holding onto consciousness for well longer than is healthy, and now his body is finally fighting back. he pats cas' arm on his way toward the bed. )
Glad you're here, Cas.
( because he never said it before. )
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Rather than dwell on it, Castiel nods. ]
I... wish you didn't have to be here. But now that you are...
[ He takes a seat in an armchair next to the bed, without commenting on the fact that he intends to guard Dean's sleep tonight. He knows of the nightmares that so often plague the man. What's a little grace to soothe them. ]
It's good to see you again, Dean.
[ I missed you. ]
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maybe this cas won't have the chance to catch up (not that dean's giving up on finding a way out of here), but it doesn't change the warm thing that sits in his chest, burrowed behind his ribcage, lighting him up from the inside in a way alcohol never has. he's acutely aware of it even in this state, when he looks over to cas sitting by the bed and feels safe. )
You ain't gonna sit there all night, are ya?
( it's always the opposite thing that comes out of his mouth. but he can only hope cas knows him well enough to understand that. )
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[ He does know him well enough. Castiel has already relaxed into the chair as much as he can ever relax. He intends to send Sam a message once Dean is fast asleep and Castiel has seen to it his sleep will be deep and without nightmares. ]
I'll watch over you.
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Yeah, yeah, alright Edward.
( regardless, he curls up with a pillow and mumbles something else, almost indistinct, his eyelids falling heavy over weary eyes. )
This is where you say "good night, sleep tight, don't let the archangels bite."
( but any response will fall on sleeping ears. )
I think this is a good place for a wrap but I needed to get this in for Reasons
He doesn't understand the reference, and will not ask.
He does, however, allow his lips to tug into a fond smile. And as he feels Dean drift off to sleep and draps his grace over Dean's dreams like a weighted blanket, he murmurs: ]
Good night, Dean. Sleep tight. I won't let any archangels bite.