Dean walks in Castiel's cabin at 12 am as if he lives there--there was light leaking around the edges of Cas' door--and throws a chocolate bar wrapped in tin foil on Castiel's bed. "Don't say I never did anything for you" he says plainly, wryly, gesturing at the chocolate bar, hoping it'd make Cas feel kinda better--he knows he's had a rough day and he sure as hell doesn't wanna talk feelings with Cas,but he can at least give him this for now.
With his arms folded across his chest, and his back lay flat on the couch, Castiel swung his legs over the back of it in order to remain on the piece of furniture as he stared up at his cabin ceiling. There were various ‘rituals’ he completed in the middle of the night to relax, ranging from yoga, to reading, to simply studying the contour of the walls and ceiling; it allowed him to fixate on something other than patrolling, or anything he had seen that day that he would much rather erase.
That, or the fact that most nights he couldn’t sleep and had to otherwise occupy himself.
Just as he was about to start studying the ceiling, he heard the all-but familiar scuff of boots on the front porch outside, though the movements were hardly hesitant as they stepped inside without announcing or knocking. “Come in.” Castiel commented, releasing a quiet chuckle as he heard his Leader move across the room and stop a short distance away. Swinging his legs back around, the ex-angel removed himself from the couch to see what the late-night visit was all about — not that this wasn’t anything new, since he often received midnight callings from Dean.
"Now, why would I do that?" Castiel replied, a hint of amusement in his tone before his attention was taken by the chocolate bar thrown on his bed. A large grin made its way on the soldier’s face - incredulous - before he sat on the edge of his bed and took hold of the treat. He guessed that it was a good raid, because anything sweet was difficult to salvage. “Who’d you kill to get this for me, huh?” However way he was given it, it didn’t take much persuading for Castiel to open the seal and break off a piece to pop in his mouth. To say he was ecstatic was an understatement, but he sure as hell was grateful, because these past few days had been a whirl-wind of stress.
"Thanks, Dean, I appreciate it." Another chuckle escaped his mouth, and he was more than happy to offer a piece to his Leader. Sharing is caring, y’know.