315. watch you sleep

[want_to_jog]

i watch you...
fast asleep

maybe this happened completely by chance, or maybe you're just a creepy stalker like that guy from twilight. but however it happened, you've come across someone, and they're fast asleep. maybe they're in a cozy bed, or maybe they went to sleep in the woods. but either way, you've found them here - now what will you do?

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[heavenonhigh]

[He glances over at Dean before starting off in the direction of his cabin. He's not stumbling, but Cas can see the weariness in his gait, in the set of his shoulders as he walks. It says something about the depth of Dean's exhaustion that he's coming quietly- usually it would take a small miracle to get him to chill out and just rest for a while... And as Cas has been out of the miracle business for a while now, that's not exactly the easiest to manage.

He doesn't say anything as they make their way through the dark, content to walk in silence. When they reach the cabin Cas drags himself up the stairs and nudges the door open, pushing his way through the beaded curtain and kicking off his shoes. He feels more comfortable already; the waxy scent of the candles he'd been burning earlier is familiar and calming. He drops his jacket off on the rack and starts digging around for whatever he thinks might be of any use right now.]

I've got... A lot of shit here. [He frowns, sifting through one of his drawers.] Tea, booze, sleeping pills, muscle relaxants, pot ..could make that into tea. Uhh- [smirking] ...Scented bath salts? Pick your poison.

[needtoknowonly]

[it occurs to him.. that aside from yelling from the safety of open air outside for trepidation of walking in on.. something he'd want to erase with bleach from his mind - Dean hadn't paid much attention to the changing inside of Cas' cabin. Not really... and now... now the fuzzy edges of sleep and tiredness seeping in, it looked bigger, open...

Shrugging slightly, he caught his suggestion and snorted, les than favourably]

Skip the pot, man. [nodding slightly, he rubbed his eyes slowly, arms folding over... more for support so they wouldn't drag than anything else] Booze. Wake me up.

[heavenonhigh]

Suit yourself.

[That was usually his first choice if he needed to sleep and found he couldn't- though he supposes it doesn't work like that for everyone.

He frowns. Why had he even mentioned the booze? The object of this little excursion back to his cabin full of sleep aids was to get Dean to, you know, sleep, not pump him full of the one thing he has that's guaranteed to have him trudging around like a zombie until he finally collapses... Or as the case was tonight, falls asleep in the damn jeep.]

I lied. I don't have any.

[And fuck if he isn't tempted to dose Dean with sleep meds right now.]

You need rest, Dean. Drooling all over a steering wheel for an hour or two doesn't count as rest. [He jerks his head toward his bed.] Might as well make yourself comfortable.

[He grabs a few teabags from one of the boxes- the one with the coked-up looking smiley moon and stars on it- and a bottle of water. He resists the urge to actually grab the sleeping pills as well and makes his way over to his stove.]

[needtoknowonly]

[oh, Cas -- his eyes are sharp even with sleep. They have to be; he ain't dying because of something so stupid. Dean has plans to swipe that booze at the opportune moment -]

Yeah, yeah.. [he needs drink, man. That's -] Hey -- I wasn't drooling, either!

[heavenonhigh]

[He's watching you, Dean. Read the bible, fallen angels-turned-hippies have eyes in the back of their heads. Cas plunks an antiquated teapot he'd found in a thrift shop they'd raided down on the stove, dumping the water into it before grabbing a match and lighting the burner. He doesn't turn around and he knows Dean can't see, but he grins sleepily anyway.]

Totally were.

[He turns, and seeing that Dean is still standing, tugs a chair out from under the table he has set up in the middle of the room. Baby steps; if he can't get Dean to sit down on the bed...]

Sit.

[needtoknowonly]

[dude, fuck that.. your beer his his! Dean snorts at the proffered chair and sits] Feel like m'bein' interrogated.

[heavenonhigh]

[Cas's lips quirk as Dean settles down in the chair. Triumph! Small victories, he'll take them where he can find them. He rolls his eyes.]

I know, I'm as bad as the Inquisition, forcing you to sit down before you collapse in the middle of nowhere. Next thing you know I'll be drilling you on Bible verses.

[He's digging around in a cabinet for some mugs, anything to put their drinks in. He finds a green Rolling Rock glass with the white paint peeling off and a small tumbler with a chip along the rim; close enough. He sets them down on the counter before turning around and leaning against it, studying Dean's face.]

[needtoknowonly]

...Well, 'least ya know it. [he snorts easily, raising both brows slightly. Unimpressed.. and a little weirded out by all this concern he seems to go intense of sometimes...] What?

[heavenonhigh]

[Another roll of his eyes.] Uh-huh.

[And a frown.] It's nothing. [He doesn't suppose telling their fearless leader that he looks like the walking dead will go over particularly well; the actual walking almost-dead are never far from anyone's mind and he guesses Dean already knows anyway. In any case, the water's boiling now, shrieking in its teapot and it saves him from having to actually answer. Switching it off, he grabs their glasses, drops a teabag into each, and sets them on the table; no mugs means no handles and seared off fingertips- he's way too tired for that. He fills the cups, somehow managing to do so without dumping boiling water on his hands, and pushes the green one toward Dean. Not as good as an actual beer, but a beer glass is close enough, right?]

Here.

[He tugs out another chair and settles himself in it, resting his elbows on the table and resisting the urge to wrap his cold hands around the still-too-hot cup.]