Remember

Dean

Lately I had been having these feelings. I can't explain them. They freak me out a little bit. When I saw Cas on my front step after three weeks, I was angry. I was pissed, but, I was so relieved. Knowing that he was safe, made me feel so much better. I had no clue what happened to him. I wasn't going to just shrug him off and forget. When I saw him again... I don't know.

Then, when I was able to see him everyday in my own home. I would come in, grab a beer and sit next to him. I would just sit. Often I would have my knee touching his knee, or my hand touching his shoulder. I never showed on my face that I meant to, but it felt so right to touch him.

On the first night he stayed, someone had crawled into my bed. I'm sure of it. Cas said he didn't need sleep. It would explain him being there in the middle of the night and gone before I woke up. I was oddly pleased with the idea of another man, no less, Cas, in my bed with me.

It was about 9:30 when Sam came back home. Castiel was so tired, I had put him up in the guest bedroom to lay down. Sam was tired too, so he went to bed. I was left in the living room watching tv. I had a beer in hand and a couple empty ones on the table next to me. About an hour passed before I decided I should head to bed. I received a text right as I stood up. The name said Daina. She used to be my booty call.
Daina 'hey come over ;)'
Dean 'not tonight'
Daina 'please????'
Dean 'don't ever text this # again'
With that I headed to bed.

I was sitting up in bed with my laptop perched on my knees. I was about to go into "Busty Asian Beauties" when I heard someone walking down the hall. The footsteps continued towards my door until they were right out side. There was a pause before I heard them turn around and head back down the hall.
"Hello?" I called out before they could get to far.
"Uh, it's Cas." I heard.
"You can come in you know."
With that, my door was being opened and Cas was entering. He was wearing the pajamas I left for him. My pajamas. I smiled at the thought.
"I got bored."
"Well, do you want to do anything?"
"I don't know."
"Come sit." I patted the bed next to me. Like an obedient puppy, he sat down.
We sat, enjoying the silence for a moment.
"Dean, what is sleep like?"
"Well, I don't know exactly. It's kind of like your entire body shuts down, but after a while, you subconsciously get bored. From this boredom, dreams happen. Dreams are mostly really awesome or fun or just weird. Occasionally, you have a bad dream. Bad dreams can be really intense. You wake up sweating, and it's hard to breath. You scream maybe. But they are rare for most. After a traumatic experience, they happen more often for a while."
"Go back to the happy stuff."
"Okay. Well dreams. Happy dreams. One time I had a dream that my mom was still alive. Sam was a lawyer and was married to Jess. I was married to this super hot women, Carmen. I later found that she was actually a model for a beer add in real life. But everything was really nice and the way it should be for a normal family."
"Why can't you have a normal family?"
"With Dad being a hunter, he pressures me to, too. I'm probably going to end up doing it."
"You can change that though."
"Maybe, but for now, my life is looking after Sammy."