The Divine Power of Man
Sam:
When he woke up, he knew something was wrong. Why had he been asleep? He never sleept. The room around him was dark, with streetlight streeming in through the windows, landing it's yellowish light on Deans bed. He looked over at Dean, whom it looked like, was sleeping soundly. Sam looked at the electric clock at his bedside table. 20:05. Why were they sleeping this early? Sam got up and kicked the bed Dean was sleeping in. " Hey, get up. Somethings wrong." he didn't give his brother time to wake up before he turned on the light. Dean grumbled something and covered his head under the pillow. Beside him, a sleepy head with messy dark hair squinted up. Sam hardly blinked. "Great. Your here." The angel looked at Sam, not really understanding what went on.
"Sam, what's going on?" the sound of the angels voice that close to him, made Dean remove the pillow and pulled the angel down beside him. "Cas, make him go away..."Castiel struggled a little, then pulled his head out from beneath Deans arm, comming up with an even more rumbled apparence, but fully awake now. "Sam, what's wrong?" he asked again and rose from the bed. Sam looked out of the windows, pulling the sticky plastic Drapes apart. "Look at the time Cas. Why were we sleeping this early? Why were we sleeping in the first place?!" he didn't even try to keep the annoyance out of his voice, the angel's constant precense annoying the hell out of him. Cas looked at the clock, then back at Sam with a overbearing look at his face. Patronizning bastard, Sam thought."We were sleepy?" Sam stopped his movements and slowely turned to the angel, boiling inside. "We were sleepy? We were sleepy?! Who the hell is sleepy at 8 am?!" in the background, Dean was starting to peek out from under the pillow, probably attracted by the sound of Sams voice rising. It wouldn't be the first time Dean would the on the sideline on the Sam and Cas show. Castiel tilted his head in a confused manner. "We, apparently were." He couldn't see the problem, he really couldn't. Sam knew that that innocince and curriosity was part of what had attracted his brother towarrds the angel in the first place. Sam didn't know if he wanted to laugh at him or strangle him. He didn't have to make that decission as Dean stod up and went to the angels side. "What's up?" he said in a fake tired voice. Everybody in the room knew that Dean was on full allert and that sleep was long gone. He was trying to defuse the situation. As always, both men let him. "Look at the clock, man." Sam said and closed the drapes. "Something wrong." Dean did and then scratched his head. "Wow, 8 o'clock. Must have been sleepy I guess." as he looked at Sam, Sam could had sworn, a ghost of a smile crossed the angels lips. Dickhead. "Seriusly?" Dean looked dumbstruck at him. Somebody buy those two a fucking clue! Sam couldn't handle this right now and took his jacket and left, feeling a thundercloud following him as he slammed the door behind him. Fuckheads, he thought and schrugged on the jacket, headded for the local bar.
Castiel:
He knew what Sam ment. Something was wrong. But he had woken up beside Dean, Dean had touched him so carefree and had nuzzled up to him like nothing was wrong. And it had felt good. Cas wasn't sure he wanted to mess with that, and he knew that if Sam started diggin' then something would change, and it would probably not be for the better. It usually never were. Not for the Winchesters, not for the Angel of the Lord. After the door had slammed shut and Castiel had felt Sam moving away from the door, he turned around, looking at the room. Dean still stood by his side, with a serius look on his face. He felt it too. Castiel knew it was over before it had even begun. What ever it was he had...
Dean:
Why the hell was Sam such a bitch? Dean didn't get it, Cas had never done anything to bother him...well, not more then he had done to Dean, so why was he so angry at Cas? As he turned from the closed door to Cas, he knew something was wrong. "Cas? What's wrong?" He was still not sure if he read Cas' face right, but he was pretty sure he was checking his angel radar right now, trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe, nothing was wrong, maybe they had all just been tired, and fallen asleep. At 8 in the evening. The angel and the man with no soul and him. Yeah, that was likely, especially since HE was the only one who actually sleept these days. But, he had to admit, waking up with Cas' sent in his nose, wasn't half bad. In fact, he could do with another sniff right now.
Castiel:
Cas, who was scanning the room, suddently got a very warm and tight hug from Dean whom snuggled deep into his neck, taking a big sniff. "You smell good." he mumbled contend, and Cas smiled and nuzzled into Dean. Yeah, this felt good.
Things were off somehow, but when weren't they? This, having Dean draped all over you, just to tell you that you smell nice, was deffiantly not off. So maybe things weren't as they ought to be, maybe they wouldn't last, but to Cas, things were divine.
The end.
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