Castiel let out a huff of air when you shifted for what seemed like the millionth time that night, as if him holding you in his arms wasn't bad enough.

The two of you were on a hunt with Sam and Dean and when night-time came, the four of you agreed rest was needed. Sam and Dean took a room which left you and Cas alone. This was fine for the most part. But when it was finally time to settle into bed, then you were fully able to understand what a shitty motel this was. The room was freezing, you were trembling and turning every which way, bundled up in what seemed like the world's most uncomfortable blanket. Castiel, not requiring sleep, grew antsy watching you. He didn't like your shaking figure or how he was watching uselessly. Eventually, after a few minutes he sat at the edge of the bed, offering aid with his heavenly powers.

You grew closer to sleep against the warm angel cradling you, and Cas took in a heavy breath when he realized just how close the younger man was against him. You were a grown man and he was an angel of the lord. And yet, he could feel the heat rising to his face slowly. This would be a long night.