Day 2 Accusation
Cas woke up to a cold breeze hitting his legs. He rolled over to find Dean laying on his side of the bed, every single blanket wrapped around him. Cas reached out a hand to take some of the covers, but when he tried, Dean let out a small groan, pulling the blankets closer around him. No way was Cas going to be that mean.
It was already 6 AM, and he wasn't really that tired anyways. He headed out to the bunker, turning on the coffee pot. He didn't drink coffee anymore, not since he'd gotten his grace back, but Dean could be downright mean if he didn't get his morning cup.
Cas heard shuffling footsteps behind him, and he looked behind him to see a sleepy Dean rubbing at his forehead. "Why'd you leave?" He mumbled. "Well, it was kind of hard to sleep since you stole all the blankets," Cas retorted. "Did not," Dean said. "Yes, you did," Cas said, turning back to the coffee pot. Arms wrapped around him from the back, pushing the can of coffee beans back into their place. "Why don't you come back to bed?" Dean breathed into his ear. Cas didn't need to be asked twice.
