Destiel: Angels Don't Sleep, But Humans Do

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Angels don't sleep, it's just a fact. Though that doesn't stop Castiel from making sure Dean gets proper rest. The angel is always willing to let the hunter use him as a pillow. Whether it's on the couch, in the back seat of the Impala, or in bed. Dean doesn't even have to ask, he just lays his head in Castiel's lap and goes to sleep. And every time, Castiel runs his fingers through his hair; rubs his head, back, shoulder, or chest; anything to make his boyfriend comfortable. He would also either put a blanket or his trench coat over him, to keep him from getting cold.

"Cas, does it bother you that you can't sleep like me?" Dean asked one quiet afternoon while laying in the angel's lap.

"Not really, I enjoy watching you sleep." Castiel replied innocently.

Dean laughs lightly at the comment.

"Why are you laughing?" Castiel asked tilting his head like a confused puppy.

"Oh nothing..." Dean answered.

"So, what do you like about watching me sleep?" he asked holding his boyfriend's hand.

"Well, I like how peaceful you look. Also, you talk quietly in your sleep and it's quite adorable." Castiel said stroking the side of Dean's face.

"You're the softest, warmest pillow ever." Dean said nuzzling his face into Castiel's stomach.

Castiel brings Dean's hand to his lips and gives it a small kiss.

"Is that all I am, a pillow?" Castiel asked playfully.

"Yep." replied Dean.

"Now give me a kiss, fluffy pillow." he said puckering his lips.

The angel bends down and kisses his boyfriend's lips. Then he repositions them, and he's now laying on top, their chests pressed together. The soft kissing quickly turns into a heated make out session.

"Who's the pillow now?" Castiel whispered, lips ghosting over Dean's neck.

Dean giggles then hugs his boyfriend closer to him.

"I love you." Dean said kissing Castiel's shoulder.

"I love you more." replied Castiel kissing Dean's jaw.

Wrapped in each other's arms, the two spend the afternoon laying on the couch; one asleep and the other listening to his lover's steady heartbeat.

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