Mornings with Castiel were always... weird at first.

Opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of Castiel staring at you. His eyes were practically unblinking. You say up with a start. It always freaked you out whenever you woke up to Castiel staring at you.

Angels didn't sleep, Castiel had told you that a while ago, so he liked watching you sleep. It didn't creep you out as much as whenever you woke up in the middle of the night to a figure in a long trenchcoat staring at you. It was less terrifying in the mornings, whenever there was light streaming in through your curtains.

Being able to see him well made it easy for you to realize it wasn't a threat. That was enough for you to not shoot him. You had had several close calls before though. Not that it would have mattered if you had actually shot Castiel. With his angel healing abilities, he would barely even feel it most likely. And, he would heal quickly. No harm done.

Castiel sat down on your bed, "Good morning."

You rubbed your eyes as you yawned. Mornings were slow for you. You needed twenty minutes and a cup of coffee before you said more than grunts and mumbles. Castiel was still staring at you. It was then that you realized he was waiting on you to reply.