Stay, Dean/Cas, pure fluff
Title: Stay
Author: bigfish05
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Disclaimer:As usual, I own nothing but the idea for this ficlet.
Summary:Some post-Season 8 pure, unadulterated fluff, 'cause I couldn't stand all the pain in this fandom anymore ;)
The first night Dean finds Cas wandering around in the bunker, looking lost and confused, only wearing a shirt and boxers -just the sight of him like that strikes Dean as completely, utterly wrong.
So Dean grabs a silent Cas by the elbow, drags him back to his room and leads him to his bed. After Cas lies down, Dean hesitates for a second, just standing there next to the bed until he makes up his mind and tucks the covers around his friend, simply because he can do that now.
After that Dean lies awake in his own bed, wondering if Cas even really wants to try and adapt. That thought keeps him up all night.
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The second night Dean catches Cas wandering around and brings him back to his room, he stays there with him for a while.
They’re sitting on Cas’ bed and Dean tells him how he was allowed to drive his father’s car for the first time or about the time he caught little Sammy eating worms in the park, because some douchebag had told him they were made of jelly. And Castiel is listening so intensely like these are the most interesting stories he has ever heard.
It’s nice and amicable as well as strangely comforting, but Dean tries not to think too much about that.
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The third night goes very much the same way, except this time when Dean goes to leave the room, Cas stops him before he even reaches the door with a quiet “Stay?”
Dean turns around, looking puzzled but his friend only shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not very fond of the concept of sleep. I just thought that it’d be more… bearable with you here, you know?”
Dean tells himself that he doesn’t know, but nods anyway and makes himself comfortable in the only armchair in Cas’ room.
He doesn’t sleep at all that night, but the sound of Cas’ even breaths kind of makes up for that.
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The fourth night Dean hears wandering footsteps, he decides not to get up and check on his friend. Cas is a grown-ass man, he doesn’t need Dean’s help to go to sleep. So Dean just turns around, squeezing his eyes shut und trying desperately to ignore the sounds until he finally goes back to a restless sleep.
When he wakes up the next morning, Dean instantly senses something different in his room. He turns around and sees Cas curled up in the armchair - the one that used to be in his room - next to Dean’s bed. Dean looks at him like he’s grown a second head, but his friend his fast asleep.
So Dean does the only thing he knows to do - try and ignore the smile that’s spreading across his face.
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The fifth night, Dean doesn’t hear any footsteps at all, but he’s not too worried - basically because he’s in the middle of the first really peaceful rest he’s had in months and completely dead to the world.
He really shouldn’t be surprised when he wakes up in the late hours of the morning, only to find he’s not alone. There’s a source of warmth right behind him, plastered to his back and a strong arm wound firmly across his waist. Dean doesn’t need to turn around to know it is Cas, but he does it anyway, only to find his friend wide awake and looking at him with watchful eyes.
They stay like that for a while, just kind of awkwardly staring at each other until Cas simply smiles sheepishly at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Stay?”
And Dean’s suddenly tired, so very tired of fighting this. Living in constant denial is exhausting, he thinks to himself, when it could be so much easier.
And it really is the easiest thing in the world to return his friends smile and shrug. As Dean’s turning back around, placing a hand over the one on his belly and closing his eyes again, he asks himself why he even bothered to try and ignore this.
Author: bigfish05
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Disclaimer:As usual, I own nothing but the idea for this ficlet.
Summary:Some post-Season 8 pure, unadulterated fluff, 'cause I couldn't stand all the pain in this fandom anymore ;)
The first night Dean finds Cas wandering around in the bunker, looking lost and confused, only wearing a shirt and boxers -just the sight of him like that strikes Dean as completely, utterly wrong.
So Dean grabs a silent Cas by the elbow, drags him back to his room and leads him to his bed. After Cas lies down, Dean hesitates for a second, just standing there next to the bed until he makes up his mind and tucks the covers around his friend, simply because he can do that now.
After that Dean lies awake in his own bed, wondering if Cas even really wants to try and adapt. That thought keeps him up all night.
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The second night Dean catches Cas wandering around and brings him back to his room, he stays there with him for a while.
They’re sitting on Cas’ bed and Dean tells him how he was allowed to drive his father’s car for the first time or about the time he caught little Sammy eating worms in the park, because some douchebag had told him they were made of jelly. And Castiel is listening so intensely like these are the most interesting stories he has ever heard.
It’s nice and amicable as well as strangely comforting, but Dean tries not to think too much about that.
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The third night goes very much the same way, except this time when Dean goes to leave the room, Cas stops him before he even reaches the door with a quiet “Stay?”
Dean turns around, looking puzzled but his friend only shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not very fond of the concept of sleep. I just thought that it’d be more… bearable with you here, you know?”
Dean tells himself that he doesn’t know, but nods anyway and makes himself comfortable in the only armchair in Cas’ room.
He doesn’t sleep at all that night, but the sound of Cas’ even breaths kind of makes up for that.
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The fourth night Dean hears wandering footsteps, he decides not to get up and check on his friend. Cas is a grown-ass man, he doesn’t need Dean’s help to go to sleep. So Dean just turns around, squeezing his eyes shut und trying desperately to ignore the sounds until he finally goes back to a restless sleep.
When he wakes up the next morning, Dean instantly senses something different in his room. He turns around and sees Cas curled up in the armchair - the one that used to be in his room - next to Dean’s bed. Dean looks at him like he’s grown a second head, but his friend his fast asleep.
So Dean does the only thing he knows to do - try and ignore the smile that’s spreading across his face.
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The fifth night, Dean doesn’t hear any footsteps at all, but he’s not too worried - basically because he’s in the middle of the first really peaceful rest he’s had in months and completely dead to the world.
He really shouldn’t be surprised when he wakes up in the late hours of the morning, only to find he’s not alone. There’s a source of warmth right behind him, plastered to his back and a strong arm wound firmly across his waist. Dean doesn’t need to turn around to know it is Cas, but he does it anyway, only to find his friend wide awake and looking at him with watchful eyes.
They stay like that for a while, just kind of awkwardly staring at each other until Cas simply smiles sheepishly at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Stay?”
And Dean’s suddenly tired, so very tired of fighting this. Living in constant denial is exhausting, he thinks to himself, when it could be so much easier.
And it really is the easiest thing in the world to return his friends smile and shrug. As Dean’s turning back around, placing a hand over the one on his belly and closing his eyes again, he asks himself why he even bothered to try and ignore this.