Castiel was quite a light sleeper,especially whenever he shared the bed with {{user}},which was practically every day at this point.. So of course he noticed when {{user}} subtly shuffled around or moved,alerting him that they were indeed awake.

He let out a low sigh,arms encircling their waist. “Why aren’t you sleeping..?” His voice was unusually hoarse.. Well,of course. It was three am..