Help Me, Help You.

Sleep Is For the Weak (Cas' pov)

I have no idea what time it is. I am not aware of my surroundings. It feels like I'm floating in space, floating away. Disappearing into a unknown void of nothingness, or something like that. Then, I'm suddenly shocked back into my confusing reality in the real world. In Dean's arms. I feel safe, though I don't recall how I got there. He is staring at me, staring into my soul it seems like.

"Good morning Sunshine." I stretched and let out a loud sigh. "what's shakin' bacon?" Dean brushed all of my stray hairs away and attempted to put them back into their rightful place, wherever that may have been. he tried several times. It never worked out for him. In that moment I realized he didn't have a shirt on. on his chest, below his prominent collarbone, there was a weird tattoo. It was a star with a sun-like shape around it. I lifted my index finger toward it.

"What's that?"

"a tat."

'What does it mean you assbutt?"

"Anti-possession symbol. It keeps the demons out. "

"does Sam have one too?"

"Yeah. Hey, weren't you just sleeping?"

"Yes, but I can't anymore."

Dean squished my cheeks together and kissed the space between my eyebrows.

"Screw consciousness, that's what I always say."

I looked confused. Then it all hit me.

Dean was pretty tired of throwing paper-balls, and so was I. He was sitting on my little coffee table and I was pretty sure it was all about to collapse under all of his muscle weight. I swear, you would probably cry if you saw him shirtless. I almost did. It seemed like a year went by, a year of me just staring at him. all of his chiseled features, all of his tiny little quirks you can't help but fall in love with. The only thing I could think of was to plant a kiss on his soft lips. I guess I did just that.

I just laid on Dean, stunned for a little bit. Thinking of what other ways this could've gone. He furrowed his brow. "You okay angel?" Dean showed me his straight white teeth again. Oh my fucking god Dean stop it

"I guess." I was kind of embarrassed. I made the first move? What? Since when? I was glad I did though. It was better to be at this point than to have never said anything, just worshiping him from afar. I know it sounds weird but if you had ever seen Dean..in person.. Felt his touch, heard his voice.. You would melt like butter.

"'I guess'? What is that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged and screwed up my face. "I'm not sure."

"Well," Dean moved me to where I was sitting up but my legs were still crossed over his. He put a strong arm around me. " How about I teach you some hunting tricks?"

I smiled brightly.

After about thirty minutes, I knew about almost everything in the trunk of Dean's black impala. Ex.,

The star: it's a devil's trap. As long as none of the chalk is worn away, demons can't get out once they enter.

Salt: a circle/line of unbroken salt will keep demons/ spirits out too.

The big gun thing: it's called the "Colt" and it can kill almost anything (for special occasions)

The dream catcher: well obviously to stop evil sprits form entering your dreams. Freddy Kruger stays put!

After I memorized half of the monsters they've encountered and how to kill them, we climbed into the seats of his "baby".

As I said before, it wasn't a long drive. We listened to Eye of the Tiger on the way there, and it was very pleasing to watch Dean drum the steering-wheel to the beat and bop his head back and forth.

"Ah, here we are. Casa de me." Dean smiled as he pushed open his door. "WAIT DON'T MOVE!" He ran over to my side of the car and pulled the door open. He bowed as I got out. "Thanks Dean, but that's not corr-"

"Who cares! I'm not in a Hispanic country, but I try my best. " Dean unlocked the green door to his motel room and let me in. Sam was inside, on his laptop. He looked surprised. "Hey Sammy! This was the Castiel I was telling you about!" Dan smiled again and dropped all his things in the right places, including himself on his bed.

"Hi-a." Sam nodded and looked at me. Now I could get a better look at him. Sam was very tall. He had green eyes too, and he had long brown hair. He looked kind of scary, to be honest, but I knew otherwise.

I returned his greeting by waving shyly and sitting next to Dean. I had no idea what to do. What would he say about a random man coming and invading his brother's life and personal space?