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[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[Castiel looks tired, scratching his chin. ]

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[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

Lemonade?

[offers a can as he sits beside him on a bench]

It's refreshing, you look like you need something to pep you up.

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[The angel raised his gaze to meet that of the blond man. He raised a brow, tilting his head curiously before he reached out and took the cup.]

Thank you.

[He murmurs softly, scooting slightly to the side so the boy could join him]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

You alright?

You look like someone carrying the world on his shoulders.

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[Castiel gave a tired smile, sipping fom his lemonade. It was bitter. He liked it.]

That is one way of describing my current situation, yes.

[hellunbounded.livejournal.com]

[Sam walks outside his motel room, a bit started when he sees Castiel.] Um...hey. [He has a few books in his arms to look through while he sits outside. He doesn't like being cooped up.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

{Castiel just looks tired. He blinks up at Sam, eyes weary as he gives a small nod.]

Hello Sam.

[hellunbounded.livejournal.com]

...you okay? [He's never seen the angel look so tried before. It's...pretty alarming.]

[hunting-trip.livejournal.com]

[Is he tired? He probably wants some peace and quiet, then, angels don't sleep very often. Yep, peace and quiet.

Too bad Dean bursts into the motel room, singing Creedence Clearwater Revival at the top of his lungs and slamming the door behind him.]

Rise and shine, morning glory!

[He dumps Castiel's freshly laundered close carelessly on top of the angel, then whirls around, going right back to his singing.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[Oh what in the seven hells. Angels didn't sleep. They didn't need to. So when Castiel went to bed with Dean he was under the impression he was going to get a restful nights sleep. Not be woken up so abruptly with the hunter singing at the top of his lungs and dumping his clothes on to the angel.

Castiel sat up in the bed, lids low and hair stuck every which way from the bed head. He looked startled, adorably so, as he blinked slowly at the hunter who continues to sing in a horribly off key voice.]

....You seem well this morning.

[Cas muttered, opting to take the covers and draw them over his head, retreating back to the comforts of his warm bed.]

[hunting-trip.livejournal.com]

[Aww, look at the little angel curled up in a pissy little ball of Not a Morning Person. Apparently Cas was a little more sleep deprived than he wanted to admit, because woken abruptly was really woken after fourteen hours of being dead to the world.

And that adorably bewildered look, hair poking up in every direction, affronted like Dean's just killed his damn cat or something? Yeah, he wouldn't mind waking up to that more often. He beamed, bounced over and ruffled Cas's hair through the blankets. Flopped down at the edge of the bed and started pulling his boots on, lacing them up.]

I'm gonna introduce you to something that's gonna change your life, gorgeous, you just wait right there.

[He patted the lump beneath the blankets reassuringly, then disappeared out the door again.]

[guns-n-books.livejournal.com]

...hey, Cas? [She looks up from her pile of books in her motel room, concern in her voice.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

Hello Sam.

[The angel grunted, flopping down in the chair across from the female hunter. Cas just sort of slid down in his seat, looking tired as he stared at her. HE was a warrior of God. Castiel didn't have time to be tired.]

[guns-n-books.livejournal.com]

[Sam stares back for a few seconds, perplexed and a tad concerned.] You want some coffee? I was - just gonna make some.

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

Lemonade?

[offers a can as he sits beside him on a bench]

It's refreshing, you look like you need something to pep you up.

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[The angel raised his gaze to meet that of the blond man. He raised a brow, tilting his head curiously before he reached out and took the cup.]

Thank you.

[He murmurs softly, scooting slightly to the side so the boy could join him]

[prince-traitor.livejournal.com]

You alright?

You look like someone carrying the world on his shoulders.

[hellunbounded.livejournal.com]

[Sam walks outside his motel room, a bit started when he sees Castiel.] Um...hey. [He has a few books in his arms to look through while he sits outside. He doesn't like being cooped up.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

{Castiel just looks tired. He blinks up at Sam, eyes weary as he gives a small nod.]

Hello Sam.

[hellunbounded.livejournal.com]

...you okay? [He's never seen the angel look so tried before. It's...pretty alarming.]

[hunting-trip.livejournal.com]

[Is he tired? He probably wants some peace and quiet, then, angels don't sleep very often. Yep, peace and quiet.

Too bad Dean bursts into the motel room, singing Creedence Clearwater Revival at the top of his lungs and slamming the door behind him.]

Rise and shine, morning glory!

[He dumps Castiel's freshly laundered close carelessly on top of the angel, then whirls around, going right back to his singing.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

[Oh what in the seven hells. Angels didn't sleep. They didn't need to. So when Castiel went to bed with Dean he was under the impression he was going to get a restful nights sleep. Not be woken up so abruptly with the hunter singing at the top of his lungs and dumping his clothes on to the angel.

Castiel sat up in the bed, lids low and hair stuck every which way from the bed head. He looked startled, adorably so, as he blinked slowly at the hunter who continues to sing in a horribly off key voice.]

....You seem well this morning.

[Cas muttered, opting to take the covers and draw them over his head, retreating back to the comforts of his warm bed.]

[hunting-trip.livejournal.com]

[Aww, look at the little angel curled up in a pissy little ball of Not a Morning Person. Apparently Cas was a little more sleep deprived than he wanted to admit, because woken abruptly was really woken after fourteen hours of being dead to the world.

And that adorably bewildered look, hair poking up in every direction, affronted like Dean's just killed his damn cat or something? Yeah, he wouldn't mind waking up to that more often. He beamed, bounced over and ruffled Cas's hair through the blankets. Flopped down at the edge of the bed and started pulling his boots on, lacing them up.]

I'm gonna introduce you to something that's gonna change your life, gorgeous, you just wait right there.

[He patted the lump beneath the blankets reassuringly, then disappeared out the door again.]

[guns-n-books.livejournal.com]

...hey, Cas? [She looks up from her pile of books in her motel room, concern in her voice.]

[holy-hand-print.livejournal.com]

Hello Sam.

[The angel grunted, flopping down in the chair across from the female hunter. Cas just sort of slid down in his seat, looking tired as he stared at her. HE was a warrior of God. Castiel didn't have time to be tired.]

[guns-n-books.livejournal.com]

[Sam stares back for a few seconds, perplexed and a tad concerned.] You want some coffee? I was - just gonna make some.