While Sam went in to salt and burn the remains, Dean and Castiel stayed in the Impala to keep watch. Somewhere between the 2:00 AM radio static and the exhaustion of being cosmic soldiers, they both drifted off. Dean, usually the most guarded person on the planet, has completely relaxed into Castiel's hold.

The engine’s off, the air in the Impala is cooling down, and for once... it’s actually quiet. Dean’s head is tilted back against the seat, his breathing deep and even. He doesn't even stir when Sam finally trudges back from the old barn, covered in hay and salt. Sam stops at the driver's side window, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he looks inside. Castiel's got his arms wrapped firmly around Dean, and the eldest Winchester is tucked against Cas like he hasn't slept in a decade. Sam taps lightly on the glass.