Dreaming

You'd always enjoy sleeping, since every time you closed your eyes, you'd dream no matter what. Nightmares or just normal, good dreams. It didn't matter to you, you were just glad to get out of the real world and into dreams, especially after difficult hunts. Most of your dreams involved a specific angel, though you'd never tell anybody that.

Lately, your dreams were becoming more vivid. It's not like it used to be anymore, where you would know for a fact that you were dreaming. No, now it's hard to tell if you're dreaming or if it's real, and it's quite scary, really. You're dreading sleep, now, always making excusing to find a way to avoid it, not wanting to face the new dream world that has been planted into your brain, but eventually passing out at the table or on the couch when staying up too late doing fake research. Although sleeping at the table gives you a sore neck or back or both, either Dean and Sam will find you and wake you up, pulling you out of your dream state. Still, it won't be quick enough and you'll have suffered through the reality-like dream. Nowadays, nightmare.

You decided to hit the hay earlier tonight, skipping the fake research since all Dean and Sam have been asking you lately if you're okay or why don't you go sleep in an actual bed? because they have no idea what's going on in your head whenever you close your eyes. You can't be sure, you don't want to be sure, but it may be the hunting profession that's making this happen to you. Your dream land has always been your escape as a little kid and now... now you can't even do that anymore.

Castiel popped into the library a few hours after you went to be, joining Sam and Dean at the table as they went through actual research, not pretending like you did to get out of sleep. "Where's Y/N?"  Castiel found himself asking.

Dean smiled and looked up at the angel. "Bed."

"It's so early," he commented and the brothers nodded at the same time in agreement. "Why is she in bed so early?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted, looking up. "She hasn't been sleeping real well for a few months. Whenever we ask her what's wrong, she won't answer. If we even touch her, she'll flinch as if we're going to kill her."

"Did something happen on a hunt?" Castiel asked.

"Not that we know of," Dean answered. "We're with her 24/7 whenever we're on hunts. So, whatever happened to her should have happened to us but we're sleeping like babies."

Castiel nodded and sat down in the empty chair next to Dean.

"What are you doing, Cas?" Dean asked, making Castiel look at him in confusion. "Well, you're the only one who's more than likely to get some information out of her and we both doubt she's asleep."

"What makes you think that?"

Sam laughed a little. "Cas, Y/N's in love with you."

Castiel could feel his cheeks burn up when Sam said that. "That's preposterous," he declared. "She can't love me. I'm not even human."

"Cas, we know you love her, too," Dean assured him. "You guys may both be oblivious to that, but Sam and I are sure as hell not. Go check and see if she's okay."

The angel stood up on command, rubbing his hands on his trenchcoat nervously. "Are you... Are you sure she's..." He couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't say the words. He was excited and nervous at the same time. He can't help but wonder if the boys were lying to him to make him look like a fool. They wouldn't do that, he thought whenever that thought entered his head.

"Yes,  Cas," Sam said. "Now go."

He walked away immediately, making his way to your closed bedroom door. He thought about knocking, even if it were lightly, but he could hear your faint, light snores when he stopped outside the door and he knew that knocking wasn't going to wake you, so he opened and closed the door behind him, the dark devouring the both of you, the only light coming from the moon outside the small window. It was enough to guide him to your bed and see your beautiful, sleeping face and he smiled.

"Y/N," he whispered gently, lightly. He didn't want to startle you, didn't want to wake you, most of all, but he had to make sure you were okay. "Y/N," he tried again, but no luck.

He turned to leave the room, but Sam's words echoed in his brain, making him turn back around and slowly climb onto the bed, not bothering to get under the sheets, not bothering to kick off his shoes.

As if he were a magnet and you were the metal, your arm immediately wrapped around him, his trenchcoat cold but smelled good as you rested your head on his shoulder.