Cas sits on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap. On the nightstand, the clock ticks over to 3:43 am. He’s tired but he knows he won’t sleep. The bed is too big. Dean’s half is too empty.
They fought again. Cas’s never around enough. Dean’s emotionally distant. They never talk about things until it’s too late and they are screaming them.
Cas stands. He grabs the bedspread, wraps it around his shoulders, and heads out of their bedroom.
Dean’s on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. Cas doesn’t bother turning on the lights. Dean doesn’t look at him when he crosses the room and stands at the side of the couch.
“I want you,” Cas says.
Dean rolls his eyes and huffs. “Come on, Cas. Now really isn’t the time for -”
“Always,” Cas says.