Destiel/Supernatural Oneshots

College AU

"Stop studying" Dean all but whined as he flopped himself down on the bed behind Castiel. Cas was sat at his desk, nose buried in a philosophy text book, doing his upmost to block out his housemate's constant complaining.

At the sound of another exasperated groan, he rolled his eyes, spinning in his chair to face Dean, "you know I have exams to study for, why can't you just occupy yourself?"

"The exams are like three weeks away, and you know you'd pass without even trying. Besides I've been occupying myself all day and I'm bored! Can't you actually take a break for once and come and watch a movie with me?" Dean countered. Castiel rolled his eyes again, trying to come up with some way of getting rid of his annoying best friend. Before he could formulate any sort of plan however, Dean spoke up again. "Come on, just one movie and you can come back to your boring notes. Plus there's honey in the cupboard you can put on your popcorn..."

Cas seemed to contemplate it now, and Dean took that as an automatic win, gripping Castiel by the wrist and dragging him into their living room. Cas huffed as he fell back on to the sofa, finally giving in - one film and he'd go straight back to studying. Dean put 'Avengers Assemble' into the player and settled down on the sofa next to Cas, leaving as little gap as possible while still maintaining adequate space for just friends.

After a little while, Dean grinned, muttering "Loki's such a little shit, he's great." When all he got was a bored sounding hum in response, he glanced to his left to make sure Castiel was still watching. However, as he did so he noticed that Cas was not only not watching, but his head was dropping ever so slightly, his fight to keep his eyes open evident. Dean smiled to himself, turning his attention back to the movie, knowing that mentioning it would only bring out Cas' stubborn streak. He watched though, out the corner of his eye, making sure his friend wasn't uncomfortable, and although he'd never admit it, finding it immensely adorable. When Cas started swaying more, he discretely shuffled closer, gently nudging into his side. At the first sensation of Dean's warmth, Cas leaned in, his head falling like a dead weight onto Dean's shoulder, but he didn't mind. He leaned back into the sofa, making sure Cas was comfy and continued watching the screen, despite being slightly distracted by the rhythmic breaths dancing on his neck and the occasional content sighs.

When the titles rolled (and the end-credit scene had played), dean carefully reached over to the arm of the chair for the buttons, freezing temporarily when Cas stirred, but finally grabbing it when he felt him nuzzle back into his shoulder. He switched off the tv, making a mental note to remove the disc another time. Without the luminosity of the screen, the room was cast into darkness, the only light source being the faint glow of street lights outside the window.

Dean weighed up his options now; he could stand and lie Cas down leaving him to sleep on the sofa, or he could wake him up and tell him to go to bed -but Dean didn't want to risk Cas going back to studying. He'd been working himself raw lately, going through notes and text books for hours on end, and looking like a zombie on the few occasions he did emerge from his room, and god did Dean want him to just take a damn break! He wanted him to take care of himself, or at least let Dean do it, but Cas was far too proud and set in his ways for that. There had been many occasions over the last week or so when Dean had tried to get him to sleep, but to no such avail, and now the opportunity had practically landed in his lap - well, on his shoulder. No, Dean was not going to pass this up. So instead, he reached behind him for the blanket draped over the back of the sofa, pulled it down over himself and Cas. Then, in one swift motion, he turned his body, swinging his legs up onto the sofa, and laid down, pulling Cas with him so he was wedged between the himself and the sofa. Cas stirred more this time, but with a soft 'sshh' from dean and a comforting hand rested on his back, he drifted back into sleep, mumbling something incoherent as he fisted his hand in Dean's t-shirt and he visibly relaxed into the embrace.
Dean lay still for a while, making sure Cas was in a deep enough sleep before daring to move. Then, when a soft snore floated from Cas, he was confident enough to bring his hand up to rest in his hair, moving his fingers delicately in a pattern only he knew. He felt, more than heard the soft sigh that this earned, and smiled, relishing in this moment. Eventually, the soft snores lead Dean off to sleep too.

"Dean!" a panicked voice was what drew Dean out of his sleep.

"What is it?" Dean mumbled, opening his eyes and blearily trying to take in his surroundings. Cas was sat up on the sofa, but was still trapped by Dean's legs which had tangled themselves in Cas' at some point.

"I told you I needed to go back to studying" Cas complained, "why'd you let me sleep?"

"Oh" was all dean could muster, bringing a hand up to rub over his face, trying to clear some of the sleep from his eyes. He looked back up at Cas when he could still feel him struggling to get free. "Come on man, it's like..." he glanced at the clock on the wall, "four am, just go to sleep you don't need to work right now."

"I do, Dean. I've missed loads of time now. Besides I probably won't be able to sleep again now anyway" Cas countered.

"Sure you can, it's easy. Just lie back down, close your eyes and it'll happen. It's not like you aren't tired enough, you haven't been getting enough sleep as it is" Dean replied, noting the dark patches under Cas' eyes and his still slumped posture. Cas simply glared at him, going back to trying to free himself, but Dean only tightened his legs, not making escape easy. "I bet I could get you to fall asleep" he continued, recalling the different reactions he got from different points of contact earlier.

"Sure you could" Castiel mused, stopping his struggling and turning his gaze on Dean. His words were confident, but something told Dean that there was a hint of hope and curiosity mixed in there too, his eyes genuinely considering the possibility. Seeing this, Dean continued to pester, trying to increase his chances. "If you aren't asleep in 45 minutes" he reasoned, "I'll let you go back to your precious textbooks."
Castiel thought about it, decided that he wasn't going to be free of Dean's grasp any time soon, and the thought of Dean being able to send him to sleep actually made his heart flutter, though that would not be said aloud.

"Fine, 30 minutes" he huffed.

Dean flung his arm out, gesturing Cas to lie down in the crook. Castiel gave him a look, but complied, settling himself with his head resting into Dean's chest. "Close your eyes" Dean instructed, wrapping his arm tighter around his friend and getting comfy himself. At first he placed a hand on Cas' back, slowly rubbing up and down slightly. When, after a while, he realised it wasn't having a big enough effect, he knew he needed to up his game. Holding his breath, he brought his hand back up to rest in that mess of dark locks, once again tracing his fingers through the strands and tracing spirals on his scalp. Cas tensed at first and Dean prayed it wasn't making him feel uncomfortable, but then after a few moments he realised it was just him resisting the urge to sigh. It didn't take long however for him to give in, his frame relaxing and leaning into Dean. He continued the motion, a triumphant smile on his face, until he could tell Cas was asleep again. He made a mental note to use this against Cas in the future when he inevitably overworks himself again, before closing his eyes and drifting off himself.

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