No smut. Just awkward Cas/Dean

"Hey Cas." I looked up from what I was reading. Dean and Sam had a few Enochian lore books and they were intriguing.

"Hello Dean." Dean stood behind me, possibly trying to understand what I was reading.

"So...Cas...I just wanted to let you know that Sam is meeting up with a couple of old college friends and I'll be in my room...so if you need anything...I'll be there." I nodded and waved him off. Although being human was hard, it wasn't exactly impossible. Sure, I didn't get any sleep and I still wasn't accustomed to the taste of food, but it wasn't impossible.

It was going on midnight when I almost face planted on the desk. I decided it was time for me to sleep, well...try anyway. I closed the book and put it on the table. Flipping the master switch, I turned off all of the lights in the bunker's library and slowly made my way to me room. The light was already off, so I crawled into bed under the covers. Everything felt uncomfortable. My trench coat was twisted around my waist, my slacks had tightened around my ankles, and my tie was choking me. I let out a frustrated cry and turned on my side, trying to untangle the clothes from my body. I had been to ashamed to ask anyone for help, but I was at my wit's end.

I shoved the covers off of the bed and felt my eyes sting. There was a tight knot in my throat. I was crying. Crying was awful. How did humans do this all of the time? This must have been the worst feeling in the world! When the tears finally stopped, I grabbed my pillow and headed for Dean's room. I stopped in front of the door and knocked. There was no answer.

"Dean?" I twisted the door knob and it opened.

"Hmmm?" Dean rolled over in his sleep.

"Dean, can I come in?" He didn't stir again so I continued inside. He was only in his briefs, the sheet twisted around his legs, his butt up in the air. It made my face feel hot but I ignored that feeling, unable to identify it. I figured he would let me lay in bed with him. He was my best friend and he said he really cared about me. So why not?

My gaze returned to his body and I realized that I was over dressed. I took my trench coat off first, then my tie. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my suit jacket. My belt felt tight so I took that off too. The dress pants slumped down a little so I pulled them off of my legs. Another glance at Dean and I decided to shed my shirt, too. I was cold and my boxers weren't covering much. Dean was only taking up one half of the bed, so I laid my pillow down next to his and scooted under the covers. It was warm and cool at the same time. Dean must have sensed a presence because he rolled over and draped an arm over my chest and shoulder.

"Hello, Dean," I said softly. He mumbled something and buried his face to my neck. This was odd behavior for the hunter but I didn't question it. 

"Pie." I knotted my eyebrows together. Did Dean want pie this late at night? I was about to get up to walk to the kitchen when Dean strengthened his grip on me.

"Pie." Something warm and wet massaged my neck. Dean.....was licking me.

"Dean, please stop it. This is inappropriate." He didn't stop. He only made it worse by climbing on top off me, pinning me down. If I was still an angel, I could have moved him carefully, but I was weak.

"Cas..." I looked up into his green eyes. He was shocked and nervous looking.

"I couldn't sleep." I stated.

"Neither could I," Dean's face was flushed red. It contrasted his eyes so much they looked like they were glowing. I felt a sudden urge. Dean had not moved from where he was laying on me. I used my hand that was not trapped and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to me. I shut my eyes, afraid of his reaction, and kissed him. He tensed up and I pushed him away.

"Sorry, Dean. That was...uncalled for." Dean chuckled slightly.

"Surprise, bitch." He kissed me sweetly. I fell for him all over again.

Figuratively and literally.

Dean was my angel.

I was his human.

That's just how it was and I was starting to like it.