Don't Tell Sammy

Chapter 23: Friends Don't Do That

Dean ... wasn't the best person to share a bed with. He tossed and turned a lot in the night going from one side to the next in an effort to get comfortable, and Cas had to readjust himself several times to accommodate each new position Dean jammed himself into beside him. So, this was how Dean was when he was relaxed in sleep ... Cas half wished he was as stiff and stressed out as he'd been the first time they'd slept on the same bed, or as ... whatever he'd been the night they'd first slept together. Jesus fucking Christ.

And Dean woke up a lot in the night, too. He hadn't noticed that, but in the night, Dean got up twice to use the bathroom. Twice. What was he, like, eighty? Although it didn't really help that he kept drinking from the water bottle Cas had taken to keeping by his bed and refilling when empty.

'What the fuck are you doing?' a tired and annoyed Cas asked, squinting at Dean the second time he went to drink.

'I get thirsty at night,' Dean defended himself. 'Now leave me alone, I'm tired.'

'You think I'm not?'

'Shut up.'

They were both pissed as they fell back to sleep, but in the morning it was a blurry and distant memory and the night as a whole was better than any they'd spent alone.

Dean was the first to wake up, which most days was the usual case, and he was in the bathroom when Cas woke, so Cas gave himself a few minutes to wake up and once he had he grabbed A Storm of Swords, which he was close to finishing, to read for the remainder of the time Dean was in the bathroom.

Dean came out fully dressed, in the non-gravy-stained jeans Cas had washed yesterday Cas noted by looking near Dean's crotch, and sat on the bed on Cas's side, almost on top of Cas's legs.

'Morning,' he greeted cheerfully. 'Kevin up yet?'

'I didn't check,' Castiel replied, holding up the book.

'Priorities,' Dean replied. 'Right. I'll check.'

'And I'll shower,' Cas decided, maneuvering his way around Dean to sit beside him, stand up, grab some clothes and vanish without another word.

When Cas came back Dean was still on the bed, reading Cas's copy of A Storm of Swords. He wasn't as far in on his reread as Cas was on his first read, and his own copy was probably laying around on some surface out in the kitchen or something where he'd last left it. It had turned out that Dean kept all of those books in the trunk of his car, hidden beneath piles of weapons and other supplies.

'What are you doing?' Castiel asked in greeting as he closed the bathroom door.

'He's still asleep,' Dean replied, patting the bed next to him and closing the book. 'Didn't want to wake him. He probably doesn't get much sleep most days.'

'That's considerate of you,' Castiel nodded, climbing onto the bed next to Dean and settling himself comfortably. 'You didn't have to stop reading, though. Please, continue.'

'Nah,' Dean shrugged. 'Then what would you do?'

'Read with you.'

'Dude, you're way ahead of me.'

'So?'

'So why reread a part of a book you're not even finished reading? No, man. We can do something else. Like ... my laptop is still here. We could watch an episode or two of Friends and if Kevin's still asleep then we can throw cold water on him.'

'That's cruel.'

'You pronounced "funny" wrong.'

'And childish.'