"Hey, Cas?" Dean walked out from the kitchen with a burger on his plate. He then saw his boyfriend at the table going through a pile of books with his trench coat draped over the chair he was sitting on. "Cas?" He called again. He noticed Cas had earbuds in, he could hear snoop dog blasting away from where he was standing. Dean put his burger down and fidgeted with his hands nervously as he walked toward the angel. "Cas." He said again, putting his hand on his shoulder. Cas looked up and took out his earbuds. "Hey, Dean, what's going on?" Cas asked. "I just, uh, I want to talk to you about something." Dean stammered. Cas stood from his chair. His white shirt was untucked and ruffled, his hair sticking out all over. "When was the last time you slept, babe?" Dean asked, reaching out to smooth over a few strands of his hair. "I don't need to sleep," Cas stated, blushing slightly when Dean pulled his hand away from his hair. "Well, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. See, we've stayed the night in my room many times. Whenever you are here we sleep in my bed. I was just wondering, since, I mean, we might as well..." Dean trailed off and looked at the ground and took a deep breath. "Would you want to move into my room?" He asked. Dean looked back up at Cas to be met with a kiss. "I would love to Dean," Cas said after he pulled away. That night after Sam made dinner; salad, of course, they all went to bed. Dean was getting undressed and into his pajama pants when Cas set his things next to Deans in their now shared bedroom. Dean put on his pants and turned around to Cas. Without his trenchcoat, you can see the muscles underneath his shirt and his strong arms. He looked very lean but muscular and Dean couldn't help but stare. "Dean?" Cas asked, feeling eyes on him. "Sorry, I'm a fan." He said moving closer to meet him at the edge of the bed. Cas put his hands on Dean bare chest and kissed him softly on the lips as Deans hands were placed on his waist. "Let's go to bed," Dean said quietly. They both crawled underneath the covers and Dean turned off his lamp. Cas's arms wrapped around Dean and their feet tangled together under the blanket. Dean placed a kiss in his boyfriend's hair and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him in. Cas laid his head on Dean's chest and listened to the sounds of him breathing. He may not need to sleep, but he loved to when he was with Dean.
