═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ.

⌈ Hᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏs. ⌋

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

┄ ⌜ I…ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ. ⌟

Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ. Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ.
SV ﹕ Dᴇsᴛɪᴇʟ.
Sᴄᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ SLs | Aʟʟ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs.

┄ #RT.

https://t.co/xCAt2BxEy1

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ retracted his hand.

"Soup, @AplombLothario?"

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

Eyebrows furrowed at @AplombLothario's response.

"Is that not what you humans do to cure stomach upset?"

Awkward, the angel ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

@AplombLothario Rubs his stomach in attempt to make Dean feel better?

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ @AplombLothario suffered enough in his hours spent awake… Slumber needed to be a refuge.

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ @AplombLothario with protection.

Hopefully, the security of his wings could shelter Dean from the nightmares he suffered with. ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ countless films and series.

Unbeknownst to @AplombLothario, his celestial wings expanded, engulfing the hunter to provide ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ Once @AplombLothario's eyes were closed, an indication he was trying to achieve sleep, Castiel roamed the genres and titles of ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

"Thank you, @AplombLothario."

He voiced his thanks as Dean gave him permission to change the selection, and Castiel did so. ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ display.

The angel settled into silence, which allowed time for @AplombLothario to doze, if his body was prepared.

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

"I don't sleep, Dean."

The vibrancy of azure hues shifted from the screen and to @AplombLothario, with exhaustion his prominent ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ he resumed his position beside @AplombLothario with little rustle or disturbance.

"Aren't you tired, Dean? You should rest."

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ stood from the bed, and he peeled off his trenchcoat, discarding it on the nearby chair.

As carefully as he could, ⇾

• @AplombLothario •

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ With the parties and girls, @AplombLothario wouldn't have been able to focus, either… /Too much/ time to let loose.

Castiel ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ but it had more depth than just that. @AplombLothario couldn't afford it. Unlike Sam, Dean was the furthest thing from a book worm. ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

The angel knew good and well why @AplombLothario didn't attend college. Not being 'cut out for the work' was one answer — kind of — ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ But… It wasn't possible for @AplombLothario… The man who tried to carry the world upon his human shoulders…

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ features. Whenever @AplombLothario was affix on the show, relaxation would come… Cas wished he could see relaxation in Dean more often. ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ Cas directed his attention at @AplombLothario, as Dean had done before, he was observing reactions; Shifts in the hunter's ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ Netflix was a wonderful means of relaxation, and it obviously occupied @AplombLothario from the odious world beyond television. ⇾

[═ Cᴀsᴛɪᴇʟ. @OeuvreOfMutiny]

⇾ The petite plane of his shoulders rolled with a shrug, and he allowed his posture to slump against the headboard. ⇾

• @AplombLothario •