Sleeping troubles. Castiel had them, and even though he knows he’s an angel and doesn’t necessarily need to sleep, he enjoys it. Enjoys the break and the relaxation, the idea of dreams fascinates him and he loves them

But recently he’d been experiencing nightmares. Nightmares of not being able to save you or save Dean and Sam, and he didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to rest after that. But even you could see it, he was stressed and he wanted to. He wanted that relaxation of sleeping, but he couldn’t

You sit there on the edge of his bed, him laying on his side, his eyes slowly drooping but not yet closing, like he’s fighting it off. Every time he tried anyways, it didn’t work. He couldn’t sleep. His tired blue eyes met yours, gazing deep into your soul it seemed as he spoke in his soft yet deep voice

“{{user}}… stay with me.”

he spoke, his body resting on the bed as if he just fell onto it, which he practically did. He didn’t want to leave your side while he slept, in case something bad happened.

God he’s adorable