Bump in the Night

its all one shot buddy i hope you're ready

It wasn't until he heard the shuffling of tired and heavy feet along the bunker floor, the sound of fabric dragging behind the new human that Dean plotted to see what Cas had been doing out of bed for almost every night this week. Castiel, angel of the lord, was now human. And with becoming human... comes new experiences. New experiences that top all the other things like:

1. no more random teleporting

2. no more healing

3. no more angel radio (which Cas enjoys at times but still)

4. no more grace.

Some human needs were annoying to Castiel, such as eating. It seemed so boring sometimes and felt like he couldn't be satisfied or he wasn't sure want he wanted to eat. Dean had to go through the torture of Cas always simply replying 'food' when he was asked. One time Cas skipped dinner before bed and ended up getting food in the middle of the night. After that Cas has had been set heart on late night snacking in his bed. There was one time Cas had gotten honey and biscuit crumbs on his comforter but, no, this was not the ex angel's problem this time. He's been dragging his sheets behind him for the 5th time this week. It seemed to be almost a nightly routine to Dean so he hatched the plan. The next night he checked to see what Cas was doing washing his sheets at 3am. Sam had gone to bed before all of them and it looked as though Cas wouldn't go to bed until he was the last one awake. He nearly fell asleep at the table before Dean decided it was time for him to hit the hay leaving Cas in the library.

Dean waited an hour after he had heard Cas go into his room. It sat adjacent from Dean's so it was just a couple quiet steps to his door and he was there. He stepped into the hallway looking both directions, no sight of a sleepy Cas anywhere. Now his next task was to crack open his door. Dean slowly turned the handle and pushed it open quietly poking his head in. He's not sure what he was expecting but a peacefully sleeping Cas was not one of them. His dark tuft of hair was facing all directions and his face was burrowed into his pillow. He was thinking more of like a sort of stupid buffet to be in the man's bed or some crazy shit that he wouldn't put past him. But, gladly it seemed like a normal scene but on the downside, that answered none of Dean's questions. He watched as Castiel slept watching as his back slowly rise and fall, his arms tucked under his pillow. One leg stuck out of the blanket, bent at the knee. Dean liked to see him like this he looked so serene in his sleep unlike how he was now. Everything had seemed so new and scary to Cas but he was strong. He even told Dean that his nightmares weren't as frequent anymore but Dean thinks he just told him that to keep the hunter from worrying about him.

Dean began to step out until he thought he heard a muffle from Cas. Dean quickly turned back around afraid that he might have woke the an- well, human.

"Did you say something, buddy?" But there was no reply. Instead, Dean stood staring at Cas who didn't seem aware at all of what he was doing. The blankets have fallen past his thighs showing his white boxers. Dean didn't even blink as a half-asleep ex angel started to rut his hips into the mattress. The arms under his pillow flexed and his back arched with each roll in such a smooth pattern and he ached. With each scrape it tore a filthy sound from Castiel's throat which Dean had never heard before. The sound was so primal, almost like a growl. He'd be lying if Dean didn't feel blood rush to his face and other fun places. God the sight was so lewd with the thin sheet of sweat coated Cas's back and he shook as he gained closer. Small pants escaping his lips. His ass was in the air nearly presenting itself to Dean, and then he'd sink it back down rubbing himself into the mattress searching for friction.

He should leave. He really should.

"Dean." He stiffened at the sound of his name. It sounded so sweet coming from him his lips at the moment. His deep gravelly voice sounded almost pleading. Dean was sure he was caught though and he's gonna be pissed. "Nrgh- Dean" shitshitshitshit. Dean felt as if his stomach had flipped and his heart had jumped into his throat for god's sake his whole fucking insides were doing acrobatics. Cas scooted his leg up higher and slid his hand under the waistband sloppily rubbing himself. I guess that's another thing he didn't expect to see but Dean didn't seem to care as he felt the urge to do the same, or have Cas do so for him. He fought the urge though. It seemed like whipping out your dick in another man's bedroom while in the same room seemed to be crossing the line. Even though he was literally watching Cas get himself off while still asleep. He caught himself trying to rub against the door frame feeling more needy than he has in a while. Soon Dean heard a loud gasp followed by a ragged moan of his name come from the man in front of him as he spilled out onto the sheets below him. Cas opened his eyes to look at the uncomfortable mess he had made. He scoffed as his boxers were wrecked and now his sheets were as well. He climbed out of the bed and tugged on the blanket a little before realizing he had an audience.