Waking up was rancid.

One moment your basking in Castiel's grace, resting beside him- velvety fur and all, and the next, you were back in your bed. Still exhausted, aching from sleeping in such an odd position, and absolutely stir crazy with how long you've been in the same room.

In your dream, with Cas, and all the wondrous things that that entails- you could do anything. Venture any mountain, fly any ocean, or any groundless sky.

So once again, you repeat yourself.

Waking up was rancid.

Instead of moving though, you simply continued to lay, swaddled in your mass of blankets and in desperate need of a cup of water.

For a second, you wondered if Castiel would give you a cup if you prayed.

But who were you kidding- of course he would. And it'd be hilarious how nice he could be.

You didn't feel like bothering him, so instead, you finally threw yourself off the bed, bare feet making contact with the papers on the floor.

A paper.

The paper.

The paper you were using to write down all the strange things you've noticed.

With a slight squint in your eye, and the small nagging thought in your head popping back up, you bent down and picked the list up. Reading over the words was almost second nature by now, with just how frequently you spent doing so. All of the lettering was scratchy and rushed, almost unreadable if you didn't know what to look for.

Eyes reaching the last event, you reread it several times before sighing. Knocking off books was last on the list. The most recent. And you can still remember that uncomfortable yet bashful look he made after knocking everything off the table.

He had to be aware that he was doing these things- he couldn't not be aware

Thinking that hard about it made you scrunch your face up into an uncomfortable position, and for the umpteenth time you told yourself that you wouldn't think about it again.

Perhaps that glass of water you wanted would help.

Finally set on what to do, you made a beeline to your door, throwing it open with only one objective in mind.

What you didn't expect was for the door to bash into something- a hefty bang of hard door meeting flesh and you let out an ungodly screech, peeking around the door to see who or what you had hit.

Rather then a person, laying on the ground with the sheer force that you had hit them with- there stood Castiel. Door still smashed against his face, and posture surprisingly perfect for having just been slammed with a door.

"Ow." He grumbled, monotone voice gruff, and by the tone it sounded as though being hit didn't pain him at all.

Finally letting what happened sink in, you quickly stepped out of your safe room, closing the door and frantically apologized, "Oh god- sorry Cas- I didn't know you'd be there-"

"No need for apologies." He shifted, turning to face you directly, "It didn't at all hurt."

"Still-" You cut in, tone worried, before Castiel pointedly cut off anything you had to say,

"I am an angel- door slams don't faze me." He paused, neutral expression finally curving into a gentle smile, "The thought is appreciated though."

Smiling back you looked him in the eyes, before starting your walk to the kitchen. Without needing to gesture for him to follow, he wandered after you, keeping pace with your footsteps.

"So- your back early." Stepping over dirty pair of jean, you cringed, mentally noting to tell Dean about his habits, "What gives?"

Cas took a moment to assess what you said, still stiffly meandering next to you. He looked confused- as usual, before another look crossed him. The 'I solved the problem' look, or 'I get the reference' look popped onto his face.

"Ah- I'll assume you weren't praying then."

Turning to him you furrowed your eyebrows, "Praying?"

"Yes." Castiel said, taking in your confusion before continuing, "You wanted a cup of water- so the moment we finished investigating, I decided I'd drop by."

Hearing that, you froze walking entirely, mouth dropping, and temperature rising. You were speechless, and for good reason. You didn't know how much he heard, or what he thought, and the fact that he actually did come made it even more mortifying. He came to give you a glass of water. A glass of water.

Red bloomed all over your face, and immediately became magnified when you noticed Cas had begun to stare.

Both of you were standing in the hallway, looking to each other with your own respective emotions. To make matter even worse you finally realized he was holding a cup of water in his hands.

He extended an arm, titling the cup at you for your hand to accept.

You did so, albeit much more timidly then the way he had so boldly placed his hand in your direction.

A cold cup of water was now settled between your fingers- in the exact cup you imagined it in- the exact temperature you wanted it to be- and even the exact amount of water you pictured. The fact that he didn't just grab any old cup made his offering all the more appreciated.

"Thank you..." You mumbled, raising the mug to your chapped lips and sipping a layer of iced water off the top. The cold liquid was soothing for the dryness in your throat, "You uh-... You didn't need to go out of your way for me..."

At that Castiel smiled that gentle smile of his, looking back down the hallway and saying nothing as you continued to sip on the water.

"I mean it." You stated again, much more confidently then before, frazzled state of mind finally overcoming his thoughtfulness, "I appreciate it, Cas."

His smile started to grow just a little bigger, before he quickly placed a hand of his lips. He looked flustered. Not nearly as bad as you were, but just enough that he'd have to resort to using a hand to keep himself in check.

"I know." He mumbled back.

You blinked.

And he was gone, the rustling of feathers and wind the only thing left behind.