[ The need to sleep really isn't necessary anymore, but sometimes, Castiel still likes to pretend things are as they'd been when he'd first lost his grace. That he could crawl into bed beside Dean and fall to his dreams almost as easily as if he'd been born to them, that something difficult isn't separating them in a way he doesn't quite understand. But he tries anyhow, rolling over to look at the layout of the room he's in.
It's one that hasn't been used often in his new headquarters, aired out and made to accommodate sleeping arrangements. Despite it being small, the space is intimate enough, and his body aches with the memory of the last several days. Of last night. Of what today will bring once he manages to put on his clothes and face his brothers and sisters.
He's probably late for roll call, but it doesn't stop him from shifting closer to the body pressed up along his side. Castiel drags his fingertips over Dean's hip, settling them there as he tucks his face against his shoulder. Whether or not the other is awake doesn't seem to matter. He breathes and sinks into the memories of before all of this had become such a mess. ]
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It's one that hasn't been used often in his new headquarters, aired out and made to accommodate sleeping arrangements. Despite it being small, the space is intimate enough, and his body aches with the memory of the last several days. Of last night. Of what today will bring once he manages to put on his clothes and face his brothers and sisters.
He's probably late for roll call, but it doesn't stop him from shifting closer to the body pressed up along his side. Castiel drags his fingertips over Dean's hip, settling them there as he tucks his face against his shoulder. Whether or not the other is awake doesn't seem to matter. He breathes and sinks into the memories of before all of this had become such a mess. ]