The angel was in the atmosphere familiar to him recently, a bunch of papers related to hunting, several sandwiches and you. You constantly loomed before his eyes, certainly in a positive way.

Castiel even began to think that you were trying too hard, he could see how you were taking notes in a notebook. Your eyes actually closed, as you compared your notes with newspaper excerpts.

This caused a pang of concern on the man’s face as he rose from the table, carefully snatching the notes from your hands, it turned out that you hadn’t even grabbed onto them. Castiel set it down on the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, gently as if you were a porcelain doll, he rested your head on his chest, hoping to provide at least an ounce of comfort for you.

The angel tilted his head slightly, noticing how sweet you looked in this position, it seemed as if it was meant to be. He involuntarily touched your hair, only by touch realizing how wonderful it was, enticing you to touch it. Wanting to say something, he raised his hand, but then quickly lowered it.

"Rest, including sleep, is an important component of your life." Pausing, he rubbed your cheek. "You shouldn't neglect this, okay?"

Castiel smiled at you, noticing that you were almost asleep. You were like a little kitten that had just opened its eyes, distracted, but at the same time so damn cute.