Metanoia: Sleep
Title: Metanoia: Sleep
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel (,Bobby)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: could be read as pre-slash
Word Count: ~900
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: Dean still remembers the first times Castiel fell asleep not so long ago.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #11 (a house at the typical November day that is better spent inside one's bed)
Dean was sitting next to the broad bed Castiel was lying in. He too should be sleeping. Even so the hunter could not. He was tired but at the same time wired. Sam had gone to bed about an hour ago and Bobby was no companion for chit chat nowadays. So the hunter had come to the room the Angel was currently occupying. Castiel looked peacefully. Not even the slightest frown on his face. Dean remembered Jimmy, this was what that guy had looked like while sleeping. Sleeping... It was still very strange to see the Angel doing something so very human. Dean still remembered the first times Castiel fell asleep not so long ago.
~*~
It had been a long day. Dean and Sam had followed one of Castiel's lead to where to find the Colt but came up with nothing than empty stomachs and bleary eyes. It was already dark, near midnight and they were still on the road. At some time the Angel appeared in the backseat without so much as a word. He too looked tired. Another fruitless day spent with the failed attempt to find the only weapon they could kill the Devil with. All three were weary.
An hour to midnight Dean finally found a motel at the side of the road. They paid for a room with two queens and dropped their gear next to the beds before Dean turned to the Angel: "Cas, you think you could mojo us some pizza or stuff? We're in the middle of nowhere..." He had not even finished his sentence as Castiel vanished with a flutter of wings.
Sam rolled his eyes dissapprovingly and started to change into something for the night.
"What?!"
"Don't you think... Using Cas as a delivery service..." Tiredly he rubbed at his eyes shrugging helplessly. Actually he was to beat to care.
"He's doing it voluntarily." Dean shrugged and changed into a pair of sweat pants.
Only a few minutes later the room was filled with the scent of fresh pizza. Dean noticed with a frown the Australian address on the boxes but Castiel only shrugged mumbling something about timezones and opening hours. All three were sitting on the tiny table in the kitchenette both Winchesters inhaling their dinner while talking about the next steps. Like always Castiel remained silent. They did not notice something was off until Sam directed a question at the Angel - Dean had forgotten which one, it wasn't important. Castiel did not answer but continued to stare at the table in front of him. His eyes blinking now and then the only movement he made.
"Castiel?" Sam asked again a slight frown on his face.
Dean was just about to touch the Angel's shoulder as suddenly Castiel's body went limp and he sagged forward. The hunter stopped the slipping movement before the Cangel could fall of the chair. "Cas?" He later would deny the slight sound of panic in his voice.
Sam was at the Angels other side in the blink of an eye a worried expression on his face. "Hey, Castiel? Can you hear me?"
But the Angel's head just lolled to the side. The closed eyes, relaxed look and the easing of all tension was all the clue Dean needed. "Sam, do you think Angels can sleep? Because this one here just conked out..."
~*~
The next time Castiel fell asleep was about a week later. They were at Bobby's sitting on the couch talking about the Colt again. Well, Dean and Castiel were sitting at the couch. Bobby was in his wheelchair and Sam occupied the arm chair. But they all were talking quite spiritedly, bouncing of ideas and making progress for the first time in what felt like ages. Only the Angel remained silent as he did most of the time. Castiel was sitting very close, their butts not only practically touching but for real. Although Dean wasn't bothered by it. The couch was quite old and one tended to sink into the cushions when sitting down. However when Castiel started to lean against the hunter it did feel a bit strange. The Angel never got the personal space thing right but he had never been touchy-feely. Dean stiffened a bit but ignored the warm body at his side for another few minutes. When Bobby stopped mid-sentence to blink astonished at Dean and Sam too gasped he knew something was wrong. Slowly the hunter turned his head and looked at the Angel next to him. Castiel's eyes were closed, his head resting on Dean's shoulder with a very small but content smile the hunter hoped only he was able to notice. The Angel's breath was soft and regular against the hunter's neck and Castiel's right hand was resting on Dean's thigh.
"Boy, is there anything you wanna tell your brother 'n' me?"
There was so going to be a conversation about how to fall asleep and how not to!
Rating: PG
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel (,Bobby)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: could be read as pre-slash
Word Count: ~900
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: Dean still remembers the first times Castiel fell asleep not so long ago.
Written for spn_30snapshots
Table: Theme 10: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Prompt: #11 (a house at the typical November day that is better spent inside one's bed)
Dean was sitting next to the broad bed Castiel was lying in. He too should be sleeping. Even so the hunter could not. He was tired but at the same time wired. Sam had gone to bed about an hour ago and Bobby was no companion for chit chat nowadays. So the hunter had come to the room the Angel was currently occupying. Castiel looked peacefully. Not even the slightest frown on his face. Dean remembered Jimmy, this was what that guy had looked like while sleeping. Sleeping... It was still very strange to see the Angel doing something so very human. Dean still remembered the first times Castiel fell asleep not so long ago.
~*~
It had been a long day. Dean and Sam had followed one of Castiel's lead to where to find the Colt but came up with nothing than empty stomachs and bleary eyes. It was already dark, near midnight and they were still on the road. At some time the Angel appeared in the backseat without so much as a word. He too looked tired. Another fruitless day spent with the failed attempt to find the only weapon they could kill the Devil with. All three were weary.
An hour to midnight Dean finally found a motel at the side of the road. They paid for a room with two queens and dropped their gear next to the beds before Dean turned to the Angel: "Cas, you think you could mojo us some pizza or stuff? We're in the middle of nowhere..." He had not even finished his sentence as Castiel vanished with a flutter of wings.
Sam rolled his eyes dissapprovingly and started to change into something for the night.
"What?!"
"Don't you think... Using Cas as a delivery service..." Tiredly he rubbed at his eyes shrugging helplessly. Actually he was to beat to care.
"He's doing it voluntarily." Dean shrugged and changed into a pair of sweat pants.
Only a few minutes later the room was filled with the scent of fresh pizza. Dean noticed with a frown the Australian address on the boxes but Castiel only shrugged mumbling something about timezones and opening hours. All three were sitting on the tiny table in the kitchenette both Winchesters inhaling their dinner while talking about the next steps. Like always Castiel remained silent. They did not notice something was off until Sam directed a question at the Angel - Dean had forgotten which one, it wasn't important. Castiel did not answer but continued to stare at the table in front of him. His eyes blinking now and then the only movement he made.
"Castiel?" Sam asked again a slight frown on his face.
Dean was just about to touch the Angel's shoulder as suddenly Castiel's body went limp and he sagged forward. The hunter stopped the slipping movement before the Cangel could fall of the chair. "Cas?" He later would deny the slight sound of panic in his voice.
Sam was at the Angels other side in the blink of an eye a worried expression on his face. "Hey, Castiel? Can you hear me?"
But the Angel's head just lolled to the side. The closed eyes, relaxed look and the easing of all tension was all the clue Dean needed. "Sam, do you think Angels can sleep? Because this one here just conked out..."
~*~
The next time Castiel fell asleep was about a week later. They were at Bobby's sitting on the couch talking about the Colt again. Well, Dean and Castiel were sitting at the couch. Bobby was in his wheelchair and Sam occupied the arm chair. But they all were talking quite spiritedly, bouncing of ideas and making progress for the first time in what felt like ages. Only the Angel remained silent as he did most of the time. Castiel was sitting very close, their butts not only practically touching but for real. Although Dean wasn't bothered by it. The couch was quite old and one tended to sink into the cushions when sitting down. However when Castiel started to lean against the hunter it did feel a bit strange. The Angel never got the personal space thing right but he had never been touchy-feely. Dean stiffened a bit but ignored the warm body at his side for another few minutes. When Bobby stopped mid-sentence to blink astonished at Dean and Sam too gasped he knew something was wrong. Slowly the hunter turned his head and looked at the Angel next to him. Castiel's eyes were closed, his head resting on Dean's shoulder with a very small but content smile the hunter hoped only he was able to notice. The Angel's breath was soft and regular against the hunter's neck and Castiel's right hand was resting on Dean's thigh.
"Boy, is there anything you wanna tell your brother 'n' me?"
There was so going to be a conversation about how to fall asleep and how not to!