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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Future!Dean Winchester || SPN

[needtoknowonly]

08 :P

[heavenonhigh]

[He supposes this was bound to happen eventually; he doesn't know how long it's been since Dean's slept for more than an hour or two at a time, it's only natural that it would catch up with him.

It's just unfortunate that it had to happen in the jeep. Curled over the steering wheel like that he looks extremely uncomfortable and Cas can imagine that if he's left that way he's going to have one hell of a backache when he does wake up... But it's clear he does need the rest. Still, it's dangerous out here to begin with- falling asleep in a truck with no windows and shoddy doors is seriously asking to be mauled.

Unsure of what to do, he quietly pulls the passenger side door open and slides inside. Should he wake him, or is it kinder to let him sleep? He supposes he can stay and keep watch, for a while anyway.]

hehe >D

[needtoknowonly]

[uncomfortable or not, it's sweet oblivion for a few moments. He'd sleep more if he remembered how good it could be...] Nn... [his face turning into the wheel, he cuffed his shirt over his fists, mumbling. So far, so good - no nightmares, either]

:D

[heavenonhigh]

[He shifts in the seat, trying to make himself as comfortable as he can. It's cool tonight but not cold, and he's grateful for that, at least. He squints over at Dean, eyes adjusting to the darkness, and he takes in the lines of his face, softened by sleep except for a few small frown lines where his brows are drawn together slightly. Cas has to resist the urge to smooth over them with his thumb; it's only by the grace of- well, not God, certainly, but by the grace of something that Cas's clumsy entrance to the truck hadn't jolted him out of the few minutes of peace he's stealing.

He can't bring himself to disrupt that peace just yet, and so he settles for watching.]

[needtoknowonly]

[snuffling a bit, because it was a little cold, the places his arms couldn't lean to -] Ngh.. [he may have grunted just slightly at Cas' entrance... but his presence is familiar enough he doesn't feel threatened, but still... he stirs a little more, now. Not content with the boring stare the Angel hasn't quite left off from -] Hey...

[heavenonhigh]

Hey. I didn't mean to wake you.

[Not yet, anyway. He'd eventually have nudged him, tried to steer him back to bed and actually sleep, but...]

Sorry.

[needtoknowonly]

Didn't. M'up. [he groans, rubbing his eyes]

[heavenonhigh]

[He frowns.]

How long has it been since you slept?

[needtoknowonly]

Don't matter... slept now. [he shrugs non-commitally]

[heavenonhigh]

I'm fairly certain it does matter if you're falling asleep out in the open like this. If I'd been a Crote you'd be dead.

[Well maybe not dead, that's not giving Dean enough credit. Probably maimed. Still. He sighs.]

You can't keep putting it off. Come back with me, I'll make you something.

[needtoknowonly]

Wasn't in the open, either -- [hey, he's still stubborn] Okay.

[heavenonhigh]

Uh-huh. [He considers pressing the issue but decides against it; Dean's already decided to come inside without a fight and he doesn't want to jinx it. He slips out of the truck gracelessly, rather tired himself, and walks around to the driver's side door. He shivers and stuffs his hands in his pockets while he waits for Dean to peel himself off of the steering wheel.]

All of my stuff's in my cabin.

[needtoknowonly]

[his lips quirk a little at his slight clumsiness there... but he step out gingerly, and careful. On his feet, not swaying. Good.

He nods, just wanting to faceplant into somewhere...] Fine.

[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

[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.]