[ There's a moment where everything slips out of focus, close to shutting his eyes and curling up right against the body pressed to his, but Dean's voice jerks him right back to the present. The heat of his breath against the side of his head when he speaks is weird, and Castiel hovers there for a second or two longer before deciding that it's best to follow what's being said rather than persist in remaining stationary. His body feels heavy though, the slight burn of a headache forming from lack of sleep. Still, he shifts and gracelessly flops most of himself off to the side. If their legs still remain tangled together, that's no concern of his. ]
Good morning, Dean.
[ Is it morning? Is it early enough to even wonder that? He keeps his voice purposely quiet, unable to tell whether or not his roommate is with them. Not that it matters. Then again, it might matter to Dean, and Cas huffs out a quiet sound, something between a laugh and a cough to smother it. It doesn't hold though, laughter soft as he drapes an arm across his eyes.
He's incredibly worn out for some reason. ] How are you feeling?
[ As if he could cure his obviously looming hangover. As if this makes it better knowing they'd spent the night tucked around each other fully dressed. He remains unmoving beyond that, and Dean's going to have to earn the rest of his freedom to sit up. ]
the laughing doesn't help and prompts another low sound of displeasure from dean as he attempts to move, the pain throbbing through his head stilling him again shortly after. fingers curl into the sheets as the memories of last night slowly etch themselves into his head, the miserable disaster that he'd been.
and all because of sam. because sam was dealing with the devil, going behind his back, and dean felt like he was losing his brother all over again.
he moves roughly after that, with no thought spared for his aching head, he shifts up and....
well, kicks cas off the bed. shoves or pushes or whatever as long as it gets the other man out of his way. ]
[ He's grateful that he'd put enough space between them not to be thrown outright onto the floor, though there's a moment he sort of scrambles for something to hold onto to keep himself on the bed. It dislodges the arm over his eyes, and the smile on his face slowly fades into something a bit tighter. Less amused.
Castiel sighs, forcing himself to sit up with him. That late night texting session really hadn't been the wisest plan of action. ]
Yeah. Much improved from the night before.
[ He can't help the sarcasm, equally annoyed that he'd woken up to this and had nearly been shoved away. It doesn't make him happy either, and whatever had happened before seems to be dissolving right back into reality. He does reach out to catch his arm, lightly pulling at the sleeve. ]
Where are you going? [ As far as he can tell, he's still drunk. Hungover. It's almost the same thing anymore. It might not be ideal, but he doesn't want him falling down the steps and killing himself. ]
[ dean grunts something at that, low and still very much growly, not really bothering with an answer. he'd been shit last night, he was shit this morning, nothing more to it. and he even still feels like shit-- so it's all great. yet he knows he shouldn't be taking it out on cas, that the other man definitely doesn't deserve it.
he's surprised, when cas clings to his sleeve, turns to look at him with a barely raised brow. ]
What's it to you?
[ he's not entirely sure. he feels like crap -- maybe he still is drunk, who knows -- everything aching and hurting, yet nothing stings more than what had originally driven him to this, sam's betrayal coming back to him at full force. he doesn't pull away from cas though, just sort of lingers there....
he doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do, only that staying here seems like a bad idea. ]
[ He's hardly fazed by it, allowing his fingers to curl a little tighter into the material before he even notices that's what he's doing. It's just an unconscious reaction, something he does and still can't quite seem to monitor. Really, all of this reminds him of the conversation he'd had with the other Dean--about calling him out. Except it also reminds Castiel that he would have to stand with him even if it meant against him, and he doesn't think he ever could.
So, they sit there beside each other while he looks at Dean and wonders. ]
I told you to stay. Whatever is out there can wait.
[ Meaning he's not ready to face those truths and consequences just yet, still burning from his conversation with Sam and waiting. He could bring it up, but he's tired and just wants to take these last few hours for himself. For them. But he's not that generous anymore. If Dean hasn't stumbled out of his room by now, maybe there's some hope left to salvage.
Then again, maybe all he wants to do is ask things that are never meant to be asked. ]
Besides, you wouldn't make it down the steps like that. [ So don't fight him on this. ]
[ maybe some more sleep wouldn't hurt, but dean can't let himself sink back into the bed, the warmth. there are things to be done, those intent on trapping the devil and making him pay. a part of him wants to say as much to cas, but he's no sure if he should drag the other man into it. this place has offered him comfort today, and he can't quite sum up his thanks for cas, won't even try, but it lingers there, the gratitude...
even if cas probably can't tell.
dean grunts something, not quite denying that yeah, he probably can't make it down the steps like this, but he has to go all the same. if the stairs end up killing him-- well, that would be hilarious, and he might as well embrace it. ]
Have to try.
[ he feels like crap, but the words are lighter. he can't stay, it's that simple. so a breath later, a look at cas, and he's getting up, unsteady in his movements but sure. a hand comes to his head, rubbing in circles as the aches increase with movements, his face pinched in momentary pain.
then it's a couple steps towards the door before he pauses, casting cas a quick look, eyes not quite meeting. ]
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Good morning, Dean.
[ Is it morning? Is it early enough to even wonder that? He keeps his voice purposely quiet, unable to tell whether or not his roommate is with them. Not that it matters. Then again, it might matter to Dean, and Cas huffs out a quiet sound, something between a laugh and a cough to smother it. It doesn't hold though, laughter soft as he drapes an arm across his eyes.
He's incredibly worn out for some reason. ] How are you feeling?
[ As if he could cure his obviously looming hangover. As if this makes it better knowing they'd spent the night tucked around each other fully dressed. He remains unmoving beyond that, and Dean's going to have to earn the rest of his freedom to sit up. ]
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the laughing doesn't help and prompts another low sound of displeasure from dean as he attempts to move, the pain throbbing through his head stilling him again shortly after. fingers curl into the sheets as the memories of last night slowly etch themselves into his head, the miserable disaster that he'd been.
and all because of sam. because sam was dealing with the devil, going behind his back, and dean felt like he was losing his brother all over again.
he moves roughly after that, with no thought spared for his aching head, he shifts up and....
well, kicks cas off the bed. shoves or pushes or whatever as long as it gets the other man out of his way. ]
I'm fucking great, can't you tell?
[ sorry cas, cuddling time's over. ]
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Castiel sighs, forcing himself to sit up with him. That late night texting session really hadn't been the wisest plan of action. ]
Yeah. Much improved from the night before.
[ He can't help the sarcasm, equally annoyed that he'd woken up to this and had nearly been shoved away. It doesn't make him happy either, and whatever had happened before seems to be dissolving right back into reality. He does reach out to catch his arm, lightly pulling at the sleeve. ]
Where are you going? [ As far as he can tell, he's still drunk. Hungover. It's almost the same thing anymore. It might not be ideal, but he doesn't want him falling down the steps and killing himself. ]
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he's surprised, when cas clings to his sleeve, turns to look at him with a barely raised brow. ]
What's it to you?
[ he's not entirely sure. he feels like crap -- maybe he still is drunk, who knows -- everything aching and hurting, yet nothing stings more than what had originally driven him to this, sam's betrayal coming back to him at full force. he doesn't pull away from cas though, just sort of lingers there....
he doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do, only that staying here seems like a bad idea. ]
Not supposed to be here to begin with.
[ he offers a breath later, quietly. ]
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So, they sit there beside each other while he looks at Dean and wonders. ]
I told you to stay. Whatever is out there can wait.
[ Meaning he's not ready to face those truths and consequences just yet, still burning from his conversation with Sam and waiting. He could bring it up, but he's tired and just wants to take these last few hours for himself. For them. But he's not that generous anymore. If Dean hasn't stumbled out of his room by now, maybe there's some hope left to salvage.
Then again, maybe all he wants to do is ask things that are never meant to be asked. ]
Besides, you wouldn't make it down the steps like that. [ So don't fight him on this. ]
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even if cas probably can't tell.
dean grunts something, not quite denying that yeah, he probably can't make it down the steps like this, but he has to go all the same. if the stairs end up killing him-- well, that would be hilarious, and he might as well embrace it. ]
Have to try.
[ he feels like crap, but the words are lighter. he can't stay, it's that simple. so a breath later, a look at cas, and he's getting up, unsteady in his movements but sure. a hand comes to his head, rubbing in circles as the aches increase with movements, his face pinched in momentary pain.
then it's a couple steps towards the door before he pauses, casting cas a quick look, eyes not quite meeting. ]
Thanks.
[ and out the door!!! ]