My Angel

~5~

Dean quickly sat up in his bed, gasping for breath. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he calmed himself after he realized his dream about Hell wasn't real. He turned on the light beside his bed. Unfortunately, Sam wasn't back yet. He must've stopped for a drink, Dean thought. Not knowing what else to do, he said a prayer to Castiel. Mere seconds passed before he heard the swoosh of feathers in the room.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Castiel asked, immediately noticing Dean's nervous state.

"Not really. I keep having nightmares about me being back in Hell."

"I can fix that" Castiel said with a smile. He placed his fingers on Dean's forehead and Dean immediately felt calm. He knew that he would no longer be haunted with dreams from his time in Hell. "Is that all you called me for?" the angel asked. Dean nodded, still astounded over Castiel's angelic powers. Cass turned to leave.

"Wait!" Dean suddenly yelled, making Castiel turn back toward him. "Would you mind staying here, with me?" Dean shyly asked of the angel.

"I can stay if it's what you want, but may I ask why?"

"It's just that Sam isn't back yet, and since you raised me from Hell, I've been kinda nervous and jumpy. I—I just don't want to be alone" Dean quickly explained.

Castiel smiled at the man in front of him. For a reason he didn't quite understand, he wanted to do anything for this man. "I can help you sleep, too."

Dean smiled at Cass, "Thanks, but before you do that, I need to know, is this from you?" He slowly pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt to reveal his shoulder. There was a large burn-like blister in the shape of a hand print. Castiel reached out and put his hand on the mark. His hand fit the blister perfectly.

"That's from me lifting you from Hell" Castiel explained.

Dean nodded, "I thought so."

Castiel once more placed his fingers on Dean's forehead. Dean felt himself fall into a deep, restful sleep.

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The sun cast it's rays on Dean's face, waking him up the next morning. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before sitting up.

"Morning" said Sam from the bed beside Dean's. "Hey, what was Castiel doing here?"

"Cass? Oh, I called him to help me sleep and remove the nightmares I was having."

"Since when do you call him 'Cass'?"

"I don't know! I just thought of it and thought it sounded cu—cool, okay!" Dean shouted, not knowing why he was suddenly angry.

Sam gave him a weird look, "Dude, you don't have to get so defensive"

"I'm not getting defensive!"

"Yes, you are." Suddenly, Sam smiled, "Do you like him?"

Dean could feel his cheeks heat up, "What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. You like him!"

"I don't like him in the way you are implying. I'm not gay, Sam."

"You're blushing. Seriously, though Dean, you do know that it would be okay with me if you were gay, right?"

Not wanting to go on with the conversation, Dean said, "shut up, Sammy" before getting out of bed and going into the bathroom to shower.