For my kissbingo square "Type : To put them to sleep"

Dean has never been a good sleeper. The constant worrying about Sam, Dad, people they're trying to save, the weight of the world, all of it prevented a good sleep.

The brothers had a trying week. Poltergeists and a pack of demons do take a lot of energy. Sam somehow managed to drift off peacefully, but Dean tossed and turned.

An hour into lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling, he sighed and closed his eyes.

"Cas," he whispered. "Cas, please, I need you."

There was a flutter of wings in response as Castiel approached the bed. Dean looked up at him and smiled.

"You must have been waiting," Dean teased. He flicked back the corner of the blanket in invitation to the angel. Castiel took off his trench coat and suit jacket and slid into the bed.

"You're having trouble sleeping again," Castiel said, tracing the arch of his lover's eyebrow with the tips of his fingers. Dean closed his eyes and nodded. Castiel carefully carded his fingers through the short hair. "You're exhausted." Castiel brought two fingers to the center of Dean's forehead. Dean grabbed his hand to stop him from pressing that spot.

"No, not tonight," Dean whispered. "Just, just stay here."

Castiel gave his lover a soft smile and got comfortable on the bed. He lay down on his back. Dean shifted over and rested his head on Castiel's chest.

It wasn't often Dean was like this. Castiel wrapped his one arm around to rest on the well muscled back, rubbing in small circles.

"Those two kids," Dean said softly. "We fucked up, and now they've lost their parents." Dean pressed closer to Castiel. Castiel held his lover tightly.

"You did what you could," Castiel said in a soothing voice. "And you saved the children." Dean buried his face into the white dress shirt.

"We should have saved them all," his voice was muffled.

Castiel wanted to tell Dean that he couldn't save everyone, no matter how hard he tried. But he knew that the truth would do more harm than good.

"The children are not alone," Castiel said as he ran his fingers through Dean's hair. "You saw yourself as they were welcomed into their grandparent's home. They will be loved and cared for."

"It shouldn't be like that," Dean said. "The four of them should be together. They're not, and it's my fault."

Castiel thought of Atlas, the ancient god who carried the world upon his back.

"Let go, Dean," Castiel whispered, stroking Dean's temple. Dean clutched the angel tighter. If Castiel were mortal, he might have a cracked rib.

"Cast thy burden upon me, and I shall sustain thee," Castiel whispered. "I shall never suffer the righteous to be moved."

Castiel said a small prayer of forgiveness for placing himself in the passage instead of the Lord. He felt nothing back from the Host.

"You're gonna catch shit for saying it like that," Dean said as he nuzzled further into his chest.

"I will suffer any consequence required to bring you peace," Castiel assured as he placed a kiss on the top of his lover's head.

"I don't deserve you."

"You do," Castiel whispered. "Sleep." Castiel tilted Dean's face up to his. Castiel could see the red in his eyes from fighting tears. Castiel placed a small kiss on the center of Dean's forehead. Dean's eyes closed and his breathing became even.

Castiel felt guilty for a moment, using his Grace to put Dean to sleep even though he asked him not to. But it was the only way Dean would rest.

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and rested his cheek on top of his head.

"Sleep, my love."

Follow up piece is "In The Early Morn"