#sleepnatural

Liv 💕💞💓 of course my dear! ✨

It’s pitch-black, and he’s awake. Again. He’s also overheating.

“Cas”, he groans, throwing the duvet off, letting lukewarm air hit his legs. “This isn’t working.” He puts a hand on the back of the toddler clinging to his shirt, trying to roll them both over without accidentally squeezing anyone. Luckily, Jack doesn’t stir. However, neither does Cas. “Cas”, he complains, once he’s fully rolled over and is facing the third occupant of the bed. He reaches out to palm at his cheek, at his neck, feeling the stubble under his fingertips. “Cas. You need to take him.”

“Mmmh”, Cas replies, far from awake, yet smiling under Dean’s touch. Nuzzling into his hand. “Dean.”

“That’s me”, he agrees, as he tries to disentangle Jack’s small hands from the neckline of his washed out Zeppelin tour shirt with his free hand. For someone so small, his grip is very strong. “Hey, buddy”, Dean says quietly, tilting his chin down and whispering into soft locks of hair. “You’re gonna sleep with Cas for a bit, alright?”

Jack snores softly. Cas shuffles closer, eyes only half open. He reaches for the tiny little heat radiator with one arm and Dean lets him take the kid.

“C’mere, Jack”, Cas says, voice gravely as ever, and Dean longs for the winter nights when Cas can wrap his arms around them both and Dean can have it all– kisses in his hair, an arm wrapped around him and the comforting warmth as something precious. This summer night, he breathes a sigh of relief Cas tangles their finger together, letting Dean cool off. Jack has shifted towards Cas’ chest and the sight of it still makes Dean’s heart skip a beat sometimes. He should be used to it by now, but he spends a lot of time, especially after dark, wondering if it’s real. It feels too much like a dream.

Castiel is used to him.

“Dean. Go to sleep”, he says gently. Dean hums, re-arranging the blanket to half cover his legs. It’s real. They’ll be there when he wakes up again.

“Mmm. See u in the morning”. He doesn’t know if morning is six or two hours away, and Jack will probably wake them before then. Still, Cas’ eyes are on him, fond.

Superhollow?

Sleepynatural?