Supernatural Imagines

Destiel imagine

  "What do you mean, you only have one room left?" Dean's deep voice sounds like a growling thunder.
"I- I'm afraid I can't give you another room. We- we are not used to so many customers... There's only this one room left." The man behind the desk, rather a boy, looks as if he was about to die. And by the look Dean shoots him, it's just the normal conclusion to draw. He is small and doesn't even have a beard. The yellow cap on his ginger hair seems to threaten to swallow his whole head.
Dean groans. "Gimme the keys, boy."
"I- I'm sorry, but there.... There is another problem." The boy swallows hard as Dean squints his eyes.
Through gritted teeth Dean says: "it's been a hard day. Don't make me come over that goddamn desk."
The boy now looks as if he is about to cry. "It's a room for one person only.", he whispers then.
Dean lets out a deep sigh, tries very hard not to punch that bastard. The next motel is an hour away and it's already late. And talking about a hard day really was an euphemism.
"Gimme those keys."
Dean is already half asleep when he feels the mattress being pushed down by the weight of another human body. He opens his eyes slowly.
"Cas.", he sighs. "There's no space for you left."
And with this he turns around.
Castiel tilts his head, considering what to do in this situation. The bed is very small but it is likely that he would fit even though Dean doesn't want him to try. The floor on the other hand isn't really inviting. He doesn't have another blanket and since he has to sleep too, he would rather do it in a bed under a blanket than on the floor covered only by his trench coat.
Dean mumbles when Cas lays down, but he is already too far asleep to stop him.
When he wakes up again, it's because it is freezing cold.
"Damn it, Cas, that's my blanket.", he blusters while grabbing the fabric that promises to keep him warm.
"I thought we'd share it." is Cas' answer. His voice sounds weirdly awake.
"Well, think again." With that Dean pulls the blanket over his own body.
Cas turns around next to him and the next second, Dean feels an elbow in his rips.
"Watch out you-" He stops himself from swearing. The only thing he wants is to get some sleep.
He closes his eyes again, already drifting away.
"Dean?", Cas whispers. "Dean...?"
"What?", Dean hisses.
"I can't sleep without a blanket."
Dean takes a deep breath, then he holds up the blanket. If this is the only way to shut him up and get some sleep then he was willing to do it. "Come on in, you dork."
When he wakes up the next time, it is because the sun dazzles him. It takes him some time to get out of the dizziness the dream caused. It's so warm and cuddly in the bed that he doesn't even want to get up. He wants to turn around and stay in bed forever. But then, suddenly, he realizes what he is doing and from one second to the other, he is able to think straight again.
The reason why it is so warm is because he placed his head on Castiel's breast, snuggling at his body.
He hurries to get away without Cas noticing, but the silent smirk on the face of the other man tells him it is already too late.
"Good morning.", Cas says, sprawling his arms. He yawns. "Did you sleep well?"
The only answer to that is a moan. Dean never wanted to talk about this evening ever again. It embarrasses him. But the worst realization came in this moment: It was the best night he had in years. No nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat because he heard Sam's screams. Not always half awake to be able to protect himself if necessary.
"What? Isn't that what humans ask?", Cas asks puzzled and Dean can't help but to smile. Although Cas should never be able to see it.