One shots - Destiel

1. BED TIME (no sexy times though)

Spoilers for s8
"Dean!" Cas cried out.
"Dean!"
Dean got up quickly, in alarm and got his gun out from under his pillow (in case Cas was in danger). He padded down the corridor as quietly as he could.
"Cas?" He called out softly. "Cas, are you okay?" He heard sobbing and rushed into the room.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.
"Dean, I can't sleep, every time I close my eyes, I-I see them. My brothers, my sisters, I see them falling, screaming in pain, and all of it, is my fault." He sobbed.
Dean sat on the edge of the ex-angels bed; "Cas, listen to me, this, it isn't your fault, Metatron did this, he tricked you, okay? It isn't your fault."
Cas nodded and choked back tears. "Okay." He croaked out.
"Are you gonna be alright?" Dean asked.
"Well.. Could you.." Cas said shyly.
"Could I what?"
"Could you stay with me? Please?" He whispered.
"Of course I'll stay with you."
Dean got into bed with Cas and wrapped his arms around him. Cas sobbed quietly while Dean shushed him and whispered; "Its all gonna be okay." Until he felt Cas drift off in his arms.
*The next morning*
"Heeey guuuys." Sam said as he stood in the doorway of Cas' room.
"So, what did you two crazy kids get up to last night?" He said to the two that were still snuggled together in Cas' bed.
Dean blushed. "Actually, he was upset, so I was comforting him."
"Oh I bet you comforted him." The moose said, with a ridiculous wink.
Dean rolled his eyes while Cas, who was still asleep, wiggled himself further into Deans arms.
Sam smirked at the two.
"You shut your mouth." Dean said quietly, angrily almost, but Sam just held up his hands, as if he was surrendering and left the room. When his brother had turned his back, Dean looked down at Cas and smiled at him, right then and there, with Cas in his arms, it was the happiest he had felt in a while.