Metanoia: Sleep II
Title: Metanoia: Sleep II
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel (, Sam)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: could be read as pre-slash
Word Count: 967
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Castiel has the habit of falling asleep at unappropriate situations and Dean realizes he's a girl.
AN: I am not 100% happy with this chapter but the 1000 wordcount limit is very hard for me and me being sick doesn't make writing easier so I'm just posting it as it is. In the next part there will be more fluff and a lot of h/c. Promise.
Of course the conversation never actually happened. Dean was too glad no one addressed the sleeping-incident the next day and he surely wasn't the one to bring it up again. The hunter intended to watch out the next time Castiel fell asleep wasn't anywhere near him. Unfortunately it didn't work out. The next time the Angel took a nap was again right next to Dean.
~*~
The Winchesters were sitting in a small diner eating lunch and celebrating a successful hunt - three ghosts in nothing flat. Dean had just decided to indulge himself in pie when he spotted a familiar figure in a tan trench coat approaching their table. The hunter was in a generous mood and ordered a slice of apple pie for the Angel too - he really did not plan on eating it himself. Dean moved over to sit at the window so there was a spare place next to him on the bench for Castiel to sit down.
"Hey Cas, I've ordered you pie!" the older Winchester greeted the Angel smiling broadly.
With a slight frown on his face Castiel answered: "I do not require nourishment."
Sam simply sighed trying to hide a small grin. He knew his brother all to well and was sure of what to come.
"Pie isn't something you eat because you have to. Pie is something you eat because you want to! And I'm sure you want pie."
"I have never..."
"Bull! You want pie you just don't know it yet."
The Angel simply shrugged and that alone should have made Dean suspicious. Normally he wouldn't let the argument die that quickly. But the hunter was distracted by the waitress arriving with his last order - dessert! Sam's pumpkin pie smelled quite nice but Dean's blueberry pie was just... The older hunter stuffed a huge slice into his mouth tasting the gorgeous pie with closed eyes.
"Dis 's great!" Dean announced while chewing on his second fork-full.
Sam nodded in agreement.
Only Castiel hadn't so much as touched his dessert.
"You really should try yours..." the older Winchester started gesturing at the apple pie as suddenly Castiel's eyes dropped. Sam's startled "Cas!" came too late for Dean to notice what was happening in time to stop the Angel's involuntary movement. With a squishing sound Castiel's face came to a rest on the untouched pie just as the waitress passed their table again.
Great. Now the Angel had not only ruined a slice of marvelous pie but they had to calm the shocked woman and explain what hat just happened, too.
~*~
The next time the Angel decided to take a nap was about one week later. Dean and Castiel had just conned their way into the part of the police station where the holding cells were located because Sam had been caught braking into the house of the last victim - Dean suspected it was a ghost, Sam claimed it to be a banshee and Castiel swore blindly it had to be an elf. The officer on duty stopped them to check their fake badges when Castiel went limp and both the hunter and the policeman struggled to keep him upright. Luckily Dean remembered the last excuse his brother had used in that diner a few days ago.
"Sorry, he's a narcoleptic...."
Sam had to wait, first Dean had to get Castiel back into their motel and inside a bed.
~*~
After that incident there was talk. All three of them sat down and decided it would be best for Castiel to join the Winchester's for one night all five or six days and sleep. That had been four weeks ago and apparently it worked: The Angel hadn't fallen asleep since their arrangement. Most of the time he just popped in when they were driving and spent a few hours sleeping in the backseat but two times they had to share beds because both times the motel had no room with three queens and two separate rooms were just too expensive - hunting Lucifer didn't exactly pay well. Dean had voluntarily shared a bed with Castiel because he didn't want the Angel to wake up nearly strangled by one ot the suffocating cuddle fits of his enormous brother - and Dean too wanted to spare himself that experience. Because he didn't care waking up to a warm and soft body next to him, feeling the regular breath of the angel ghosting over his neck and a hand gently laying on his arm or belly... No, it really was just... someone had to share...
~*~
Dean looked down on the sleeping Angel. Now with Castiel having to spend the entire day in bed because of his concussion there was not much for him to do. The Angel had tried reading but soon learned it only caused a fierce headache so most of the time he was just sleeping and Dean found himself allured to watch Castiel. He noticed how relaxed the Angel looked, how rested. Perhaps a five day rhythm wasn't the proper one. The hunter decided they would try getting Castiel to sleep every three days. Yeah, that sounded good. Dean smiled contently. Not because he liked watching another person sleep. No. He was just there in case the Angel had one of his nightmares. And if his eyes were lingering on the sleeping body it was just because there wasn't much besides Castiel to look at. Dean sighed. Oh, crap. Even he himself didn't believe those excuses anymore...
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Castiel (, Sam)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: could be read as pre-slash
Word Count: 967
Summary: Metanoia means 'change of mind and heart' - and Castiel *is* changing. Becoming more human with all the ups and downs of a human life. Fortunately he is not alone: Dean and Sam are there to help and guide and sometimes to suffer or laugh with Castiel.
This Chapter: Castiel has the habit of falling asleep at unappropriate situations and Dean realizes he's a girl.
AN: I am not 100% happy with this chapter but the 1000 wordcount limit is very hard for me and me being sick doesn't make writing easier so I'm just posting it as it is. In the next part there will be more fluff and a lot of h/c. Promise.
Of course the conversation never actually happened. Dean was too glad no one addressed the sleeping-incident the next day and he surely wasn't the one to bring it up again. The hunter intended to watch out the next time Castiel fell asleep wasn't anywhere near him. Unfortunately it didn't work out. The next time the Angel took a nap was again right next to Dean.
~*~
The Winchesters were sitting in a small diner eating lunch and celebrating a successful hunt - three ghosts in nothing flat. Dean had just decided to indulge himself in pie when he spotted a familiar figure in a tan trench coat approaching their table. The hunter was in a generous mood and ordered a slice of apple pie for the Angel too - he really did not plan on eating it himself. Dean moved over to sit at the window so there was a spare place next to him on the bench for Castiel to sit down.
"Hey Cas, I've ordered you pie!" the older Winchester greeted the Angel smiling broadly.
With a slight frown on his face Castiel answered: "I do not require nourishment."
Sam simply sighed trying to hide a small grin. He knew his brother all to well and was sure of what to come.
"Pie isn't something you eat because you have to. Pie is something you eat because you want to! And I'm sure you want pie."
"I have never..."
"Bull! You want pie you just don't know it yet."
The Angel simply shrugged and that alone should have made Dean suspicious. Normally he wouldn't let the argument die that quickly. But the hunter was distracted by the waitress arriving with his last order - dessert! Sam's pumpkin pie smelled quite nice but Dean's blueberry pie was just... The older hunter stuffed a huge slice into his mouth tasting the gorgeous pie with closed eyes.
"Dis 's great!" Dean announced while chewing on his second fork-full.
Sam nodded in agreement.
Only Castiel hadn't so much as touched his dessert.
"You really should try yours..." the older Winchester started gesturing at the apple pie as suddenly Castiel's eyes dropped. Sam's startled "Cas!" came too late for Dean to notice what was happening in time to stop the Angel's involuntary movement. With a squishing sound Castiel's face came to a rest on the untouched pie just as the waitress passed their table again.
Great. Now the Angel had not only ruined a slice of marvelous pie but they had to calm the shocked woman and explain what hat just happened, too.
~*~
The next time the Angel decided to take a nap was about one week later. Dean and Castiel had just conned their way into the part of the police station where the holding cells were located because Sam had been caught braking into the house of the last victim - Dean suspected it was a ghost, Sam claimed it to be a banshee and Castiel swore blindly it had to be an elf. The officer on duty stopped them to check their fake badges when Castiel went limp and both the hunter and the policeman struggled to keep him upright. Luckily Dean remembered the last excuse his brother had used in that diner a few days ago.
"Sorry, he's a narcoleptic...."
Sam had to wait, first Dean had to get Castiel back into their motel and inside a bed.
~*~
After that incident there was talk. All three of them sat down and decided it would be best for Castiel to join the Winchester's for one night all five or six days and sleep. That had been four weeks ago and apparently it worked: The Angel hadn't fallen asleep since their arrangement. Most of the time he just popped in when they were driving and spent a few hours sleeping in the backseat but two times they had to share beds because both times the motel had no room with three queens and two separate rooms were just too expensive - hunting Lucifer didn't exactly pay well. Dean had voluntarily shared a bed with Castiel because he didn't want the Angel to wake up nearly strangled by one ot the suffocating cuddle fits of his enormous brother - and Dean too wanted to spare himself that experience. Because he didn't care waking up to a warm and soft body next to him, feeling the regular breath of the angel ghosting over his neck and a hand gently laying on his arm or belly... No, it really was just... someone had to share...
~*~
Dean looked down on the sleeping Angel. Now with Castiel having to spend the entire day in bed because of his concussion there was not much for him to do. The Angel had tried reading but soon learned it only caused a fierce headache so most of the time he was just sleeping and Dean found himself allured to watch Castiel. He noticed how relaxed the Angel looked, how rested. Perhaps a five day rhythm wasn't the proper one. The hunter decided they would try getting Castiel to sleep every three days. Yeah, that sounded good. Dean smiled contently. Not because he liked watching another person sleep. No. He was just there in case the Angel had one of his nightmares. And if his eyes were lingering on the sleeping body it was just because there wasn't much besides Castiel to look at. Dean sighed. Oh, crap. Even he himself didn't believe those excuses anymore...