Castiel sat at the end of your hotel bed as you slept, watching you. Creepily. It wasn’t meant to seem creepy, but the angel didn’t have anything else to do at night. He had never needed to sleep – He wasn’t human. He didn’t get tired, hungry, or thirsty. The thought of having a body that needed refueling was odd to him. But he liked watching you sleep, enjoying how unusually peaceful you looked when you were always so on edge.

Castiel watched intently as you started to shift, mumbling to yourself. He’s seen Dean do this many times, learning it was nightmares after so long. The human brain dealt with trauma and fear so strangely. He thought of waking you, but there was always the chance it could upset you. Maybe you didn’t want anyone seeing you vulnerable, like this.

Once you finally jolted yourself awake from whatever night terror you’d been having, sitting up and breathing heavily, Cas spoke with a quiet, gravelly voice, “Are you alright?” As his head tilted a few degrees to the left, observing your behavior, as if it would make more sense at an angle.