Static Radios and Broken Lights

5: A Good Night's Rest

I sped down the highway in Baby. Sam sat uneasily next to me, gripping the seat below him with both hands. I sat silently with a clenched jaw, and the radio was off. He glanced from me to the road as I watched the speedometer steadily rise. He sighed and clamped down on my right forearm.

"Dean, slow down," His grip got tighter. "I'm sorry for saying what I said."

I pushed his hand off. "Don't apologize to me," I grumbled.

He huffed and crossed his arms. "Look, he chose to leave. What did I even say? He's never wanted to go on such a trivial hunt before."

I slammed the breaks, slamming Sam's arms into the dashboard. I pulled onto the shoulder next to the road. I shoved him, a little harder than I meant to. "It's not about the hunt!"

He raised his hands defensively. "I'm sorry!" He yelled. "When I see Cas again, I promise I'll apologize to him too."

"Good," I grumbled. "You'd better. Now let's kill the werewolf so we can go home."

"You miss your bed, huh?" He smiled jokingly.

"Shut up," I huffed, pulling back onto the highway.

-

Long story short, Sam and I prevented two deaths, and killed two werewolves. We found them on the first night in town, which was lucky. We got the victims to the hospital and drove back home to the bunker. We didn't even need to get a motel, which was nice. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.

We got home around midnight and both immediately went to bed after locking up.

Before I got into bed though, I took off my shoes and socks and peeled off my jackets. I hung them on the hooks by the door and walked to my bed. I sat down on the mattress, and the only thing in my mind was Cas.

I hadn't seen him in almost three days, and I was tired of missing him. I got on my knees and prayed. "Hey, Cas," I said, feeling a little awkward. "I just -- I yelled at Sammy. He can be stupid sometimes. I'm not mad at you or anything, if that's why you've been staying away. I just wanted -- I'd like to see you soon." I looked around the room, and when I found it empty, I sighed. "I'll try again tomorrow. Good night, Cas."

I felt alone. But i got into bed, turned out the light and slept for a little while.

Later on, when I woke up from a very shallow sleep, I heard a familiar rustle. "Hello, Dean," He whispered. I looked at him and started to sit up. "Wait," He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Can I ... lay with you?" He asked, so innocently. He peeled off his trench coat and suit jacket. "I would ask to sleep with you, but I don't sleep."

"Sure," I said, trying to sound calm. The thoughts in my head, let me tell you -- actually, no. My heart was beating out of my chest as I shifted over, lifting the covers for him. "Actually, wait, I have some more comfortable clothes so you don't have to wear your suit."

"Oh," He said. "I forgot that this isn't casual wear."

I chuckled. "It's alright, buddy." It felt weird to call him that now. Buddy.

I tried to get out of bed to get the clothes, but he raised his hand. "Stay there," He said. He made his way to my closet and peeled off his clothes until he was just in boxers. the first thing i noticed was a beautiful back, one I could cut myself on. He turned slightly, I just barely caught sight of his stomach. I blushed and looked away as he went through the bags, finding a t-shirt to put on.

My back was to him, and I didn't realize he was behind me until I felt a coolness on my back. Then his chest was pressed against it, and one of his arms was on my hip. I didn't know exactly what to do, but I ended up turning to face him. "Hey," I said quietly. "Can I ... hug you?"

He nodded, reaching him arms around to my back. I put my head on his chest -- it was weird only because I was usually the one who got cuddled, but now I was cuddling. He put one arm under my neck, and the other around my side. His hands pressed so lightly into me, and his breathing was so steady. His heart was pounding as fast as mine though, so I found some comfort in that. "I like this closeness, Dean," He whispered into my hair.

"Me too," I replied. My arms relaxed around him and I closed my eyes.

After awhile his breathing became somewhat hypnotic, and I slept really well for once.

-

When I woke up in the morning, Cas was face to face with me. His blue eyes were watching me curiously. I jolted back, and placed a hand on his chest. "I didn't mean to scare you," He said quietly. He turned to lay on his back, and I slowly moved my hand back to my side. I didnt really want to move it, to be honest. "You just looked so peaceful."

I sat up and wiped my mouth, suddenly conscious of how dry it felt. "I didn't talk in my sleep or anything, did I?" I looked back at him, bracing myself for embarrassment.

"No," he said simply. "You tried to kiss me, though." He sat up.

I stood, but practically dove, out of bed. "What?!" I froze in my tracks.

His face cracked a small joking smile. "No, no. I'm kidding." He turned his head and showed me a bruise, about twice the size of a quarter, on his neck. "You did do this though."

I sat back down and touched it lightly. oh my god i gave him the biggest hickey, and he just -- let me. "Damn it, Cas," I said.

"Don't get me wrong, Dean," He placed a hand on my shoulder. "It was very enjoyable."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked. I was mainly just upset because it was the first time my lips ever touched his skin, and I was asleep for all of it.

He rubbed his neck nervously, and looked away. "I was ... busy." He lifted the hem of my shirt to reveal my stomach.

My jaw dropped. From my hips all the way up to my mid chest were small circular bruises. There were probably a dozen, each a different shade of purple, pink or red. There was even one that looked almost black. he must have kissed me there for half an hour, licking me and sucking on my skin -- stop thinking like that! I shook my head, and put my shirt back down. When I looked back into his eyes, he had the most innocent look in them. He also looked a little scared. I put my hand on the side of his face, finally.

"I'm not angry," I said finally. He released a breath. "Just next time, please wake me up. You have to ask for permission before you do stuff like this." i want to kiss you like that, on purpose next time.

"Of course," He nodded. "What exactly are those called? You seemed to enjoy them very much."

I released a sigh -- I really wanted to kiss him (while I was AWAKE this time) -- and I felt my face turn red. "They're called hickeys, Cas."

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