Fic: Bedtime Story
Title: Bedtime Story
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG or G
Word Count: 401
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Dean falls in love with a voice that makes him fall asleep.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic. It's all from my imagination.
Author's note: Please excuse this, really. It's just practice and something I whipped up in a few minutes while I was tired. Nothing too special.
The dips and tones of his voice lull him into another universe. He begins daydreaming, staring off into the distance like a lost little boy. The tendrils of his speech ran through his mind, not catching a single word, but enjoying the soft melody and trance that it was setting him to.
It had been minutes, or maybe even an hour, since the man had started speaking. Yet now he had stopped and inside his head, he groaned because he didn't want to jump out of his hypnotized trance.
Soon, the ball that was rolling in his head, which was going along with the voice, stopped.
Dean looked up hazily. His sight tipped and turned and grew blurry. Voices echoed in the foggy room. There was something that was not right.
A gentle hand settled on his forearm, resting for a little too long. Then another was placed on his free arm and someone picked him up.
The feeling of somewhat itchy blankets made him squirm uneasily. It caught him now, he was in a bed, someone had put him to bed.
Mumbled grunts came from his mouth and his eyelids struggled to unglue themselves.
Someone hushed him quietly. Dean wanted to know what had happened.
Now there was the outline of someone he knew. The man placed a hand on his cheek. It was cold, yet it made a very nice and warm feeling inside of his head.
"Castiel." It was a sleepy whisper that was barely heard.
"You need sleep, Dean." The sound of his voice clicked in Dean's mind and he was reminded of the sweet sound.
"Cas... can you read me a story?"
It was such a childish thing for Dean to say, but Castiel didn't say anything. Instead, he plucked a large book from a spot on the desk beside him.
The book was Sam's. It was dusty and looked a bit like all the other books that they learned from; rigid and dusty. But this book had nothing to do with supernatural beings. It was a book of short stories.
The angel flipped to the index, trying to find one that would suit him best. When he came upon the best one, near the end of the book, he started reading.
Dean calmed himself and squeezed his hands on the comfy pillow beneath his head to get himself in the mood.
"Once upon a time..."
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG or G
Word Count: 401
Feedback: Always welcome.
Summary: Dean falls in love with a voice that makes him fall asleep.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this fic. It's all from my imagination.
Author's note: Please excuse this, really. It's just practice and something I whipped up in a few minutes while I was tired. Nothing too special.
The dips and tones of his voice lull him into another universe. He begins daydreaming, staring off into the distance like a lost little boy. The tendrils of his speech ran through his mind, not catching a single word, but enjoying the soft melody and trance that it was setting him to.
It had been minutes, or maybe even an hour, since the man had started speaking. Yet now he had stopped and inside his head, he groaned because he didn't want to jump out of his hypnotized trance.
Soon, the ball that was rolling in his head, which was going along with the voice, stopped.
Dean looked up hazily. His sight tipped and turned and grew blurry. Voices echoed in the foggy room. There was something that was not right.
A gentle hand settled on his forearm, resting for a little too long. Then another was placed on his free arm and someone picked him up.
The feeling of somewhat itchy blankets made him squirm uneasily. It caught him now, he was in a bed, someone had put him to bed.
Mumbled grunts came from his mouth and his eyelids struggled to unglue themselves.
Someone hushed him quietly. Dean wanted to know what had happened.
Now there was the outline of someone he knew. The man placed a hand on his cheek. It was cold, yet it made a very nice and warm feeling inside of his head.
"Castiel." It was a sleepy whisper that was barely heard.
"You need sleep, Dean." The sound of his voice clicked in Dean's mind and he was reminded of the sweet sound.
"Cas... can you read me a story?"
It was such a childish thing for Dean to say, but Castiel didn't say anything. Instead, he plucked a large book from a spot on the desk beside him.
The book was Sam's. It was dusty and looked a bit like all the other books that they learned from; rigid and dusty. But this book had nothing to do with supernatural beings. It was a book of short stories.
The angel flipped to the index, trying to find one that would suit him best. When he came upon the best one, near the end of the book, he started reading.
Dean calmed himself and squeezed his hands on the comfy pillow beneath his head to get himself in the mood.
"Once upon a time..."