Destiel shortfics

Spooning Angel

"I know angels don't need to sleep... But can they?" Dean questioned curiously.

"I... Suppose we could" I replied skeptically. I narrowed my eyes at him surveying his response. Sam had long since left us in the hotel room. We ended up with a total of two queen beds.

"You should try it" he offered in a casual tone.

"I don't think Sam would appreciate me sleeping in his bed" I replied still confused at Deans objective.

"Then lay down with me. Its not weird you're... Family" Dean said patting the bed. He was still fully dressed though his leather jacket and shoes were off.

I approached him slowly figuring Sam probably wouldn't be home for quite some time. I sat on the edge of the bed beside him uncertainly.

He gave a little chuckle and one of the beautiful carefree smiles that I only saw when Sam was away but safe. "No, No. Cas. You have to take off your trench coat and shoes"

"Oh. My mistake" I apologised.

He continued his low chuckling as I removed my shoes and folded my coat. "How should I lay?" I asked monotonely.

"Hmm... Lay on your side facing the window" Dean instructed firmly rolling over.

I layed in front of him obediently. I let out an inaudible gasp when he pulled my body closer to his. He was really warm, I found his body heat to be quote soothing. I felt my muscles relax in his tight grip. I knew it was typical for humans to shut their eyes to sleep. So that's just what I did. I was under the impression such closeness came only from lovers. Perhaps that's what Dean wanted. Most likely not though.

"Sweet dreams Cas" Dean said in a quiet voice. He didn't need to speak loudly. We were close enough I could hear him perfectly.

I remained awake for a while, Dean was softly snoring. I heard him make a slight whimpering noise. That was normal for Dean. He often was plagued by nightmares. I noticed he must have had kept his gun in his pants pocket. It was poking my butt. I knew that he was not in a deep sleep, I could sense it.

"Dean.... Your gun..." I whispered.

"Wha?" he said sleepily.

"Your gun is poking me" I explained in a hushed voice.

"Cas.... Its not my gun. Go to sleep"