Destiel One Shots

Hopeless and Human

A/N that picture has nothing to do with this it's just cute and you should probably dream about that happening.

Cas shuffled around underneath the sheets, tossing and turning, trying to find that one position where he could close his eyes and drift of into the darkness of nightmares and light-weightedness that he got if he got to sleep. Tonight was no exception.

He grumbled as he pulled the covers over his shoulder in one last valiant attempt to get comfy and hooked a hand under the pillow; shifting his hips so his ass was slightly in the air and he felt like he was half humping the bed.

But it was the most safe feeling and snuggly position he'd been in ever since becoming human.

Human. The words sent a shiver down his spine at the memory. The Fall. The feeling of his grace being ripped and teared apart inside of him while he was clawing at he ground, begging - praying - for it to stop.

Cas curled up more, tensing his body a little and fisting his hands into the pillow.

"Cas?" Cas jumped as the husky whisper came through, followed by bare feet pattering into his room.

Castiel rapidly sat up against the wall and pulled the sheets up around him, flustered and newly awoken. It'll take forever to get back to sleep now.

Actually, that fact didn't matter as the one and only Dean was standing there, the corridor light making a shadow of his figure. Cas blinked up to him until his eyes adjusted.

"Hey, Cas. Sorry to wake you at this time, man," Dean said in a hushed tone.

"What time is it?" Cas yawned and stretched his arms up, his slightly too small shirt riding up revealing his hip bones and tummy. He caught Dean staring at him, but when he relaxed again he saw Dean was blushing. "Dean, I asked what the time was..."

"Uh, yes, y-yes it's," he reached into his shorts pocket (because Dean was wearing shorts to bed now?) and looked at his phone briefly. "It's 2.30. In the morning."

"May I ask what you are doing then?"

"Sammy said there is a meteor shower."

Cas squinted skeptically at Dean, tilting his head to one side.

"Yeah, something about the Geminids meteor thing- yeah, I don't know," he scratched the back of his neck. There was a natural pause between them when they were just gazing longingly into each other eyes. "So, yeah, if you would like to come and...watch space things with me- forget it, it's not that big of a deal-"

"I'd love to come," Cas interrupts, fed up with Dean's self-deprivation bullshit.

Dean looked to Cas with soft and tender eyes, a small smile on his over licked lips.

There was hope across his features, a glimpse of true peace. It wasn't false or misleading, dishonest or hidden - with Cas he was more open, especially now they were together more often. Cas could feel it too, the unbolted and unburdened Dean where, for some time, they can just be friends without war or heavenly conflict behind them.

"Can you pass me my pants? I am not wearing anything but this shirt and even then it's quite tight..." Cas awkwardly asked all of a sudden, pulling at the tight shirt to make a point.

"Sure," Dean staggered over to a pair slung over a chair, throwing them over to Cas. "And, uh, you can borrow my clothes if you want. Come on, let's go see some cool space shit."

While Cas was frantically trying not to look weird while covering his dignity with something other than cotton sheets, Dean was rocking side to side slightly in what appeared to be anxiousness.