Dean led Cas to the large couch in a different room of the bunker where they sat, and Cas talked. That was about two hours ago now.

It was obvious to Dean that Cas needed to talk, so much has happened to the guy not only with in the past months, but the past couple years, and with a few prying words Dean unleashed a whirlwind. Part of him wondered if the reason Cas opened up so easily this time is because he's human now. Nevertheless Cas talked and Dean listened, he paid attention to everything Castiel would tell him and did his best to keep up. Dean was there for Cas, just as he had promised, and if listening, providing a comforting word or hug would help ground Cas then he could do that.

Finally though, Cas got to the point where he couldn't make it through a full sentence without yawning and the human weakness of needing sleep approached him. The conversation—or rather story as it had turned out to be—has been slowing and approaching their current situation anyway, so when Dean butts in he doesn't think Cas will mind.

"Hey," Cas looks at him and his expression is easier than it was earlier that night, before he'd told Dean everything. "like it or not you're going to need to sleep soon, Cas. What do you say we call it in?"

The man seems a bit appalled by the idea of actually having to sleep, but nods understanding. "You're right." Dean stands from the couch with a huff and Cas follows the motion. "Where should I-?" Dean looks to see him now with an almost confused look on his face again, searching for his place and the right thing to do.

Dean smiles softly and tilts his head, "Just come with me." Flicking off the single light in the room Dean leads Cas through the bunker; the soft pad of footsteps behind him in the dim hallways makes him feel secure. Eventually they reach Dean's own bedroom. He walks in and turns on the light, smiling again because it's good to be home.

These a minute of silence before Cas' voice comes from behind him. "Is this, your room?"

"Yep, decorated and furnished by yours truly." Dean turns with a smile on his face, but Cas isn't smiling.

"You don't have to let me stay in here, I can-"
"Cas." Dean stops him. He's not letting Cas spend his first night as a human sleeping on a couch. "Relax, okay. The other bedrooms are still full of old boxes and not meant for sleeping in yet. We'll get one cleaned out for you tomorrow if you want, but tonight you can stay in here, with uh, me." Dean glances at Cas before moving into the room and removing his shoes.

"You're sure you don't mind?"

Dean turns his head towards the man, "I'm sure, Cas. Now get ready for bed."

Dean goes through his routine, offering Cas a clean shirt and pair of boxers to wear if he wants, and then goes into the bathroom. When he returns, Cas is in the clean clothes and standing at the end of the bed.

"Bathroom is three doors down on the left." Cas simply nods and goes out while Dean then changes. Dean walks down to Sam's room and pushes on the cracked door to peak in. He hears his brother's steady breathing, and can make out his large frame in the bed; knowing Sam is alright lets him breathe easier.

Cas is back in his room when Dean returns, and he shuts the door behind him before walking to one side of the bed and Cas copies him. The light is turned off before Dean settles into his bed, very aware of the body lying next to him and he tries to just relax. The air in the room is cool and still as the two lay in the bed, the only noise comes from the rustle of sheets as Cas tries to get comfortable. Dean lets it slide for a while thinking Cas has never slept before and just needs to find a comfortable position, but after close to forty-five minutes of tossing and turning, Dean sighs Cas' name and solves the problem by reaching across the bed and pulling Cas to him. The man's back slots against his chest and legs fold around Dean's, their heads ending up on the one pillow leaving the other off to the side.

Dean settles in behind the warm body, "Relax, Cas." His arm is draped over the fallen angel and his hand rests at his chest, "You'll sleep, just let your body rest."

Castiel's chest inflates as he takes a deep, slow breath, and then lets it out gentle. Dean can feel the body in front of him loosen and meld into the bed, and his body, more.

The room goes quiet again, and Dean's surprised at himself at how easily he adjust to having Cas in bed with him. He tries not to think about it too much, not now anyway.

Dean is just about to drift off into sleep when he hears Cas again, but in a much sleepier tone. "Thank you, Dean."

Smiling to himself, Dean presses his nose against the back of Cas' neck, just under his hairline. "You're welcome. G'night, Cas."

He hears a soft good night in return before sleep overwhelms them both.

It's hours later, and a good jump into the morning, before Dean wakes up finally. When his rational thoughts finally reach him, he turns his head and sees Cas asleep still next to him. He stares, blatantly, for a minute at the once angel, now human man who wears the most peaceful look on his face as he remains asleep. Dean however, knows it's pushing ten in the morning and he needs to see if Sam is awake and what Kevin is up to, so careful not to stir Cas, he pushes down the blanket over him and starts to pull away. A strong grip on him heeds his movement though. Cas has a hand fisted in the center of Dean's shirt where his hand has been rested. A part of Dean almost wants that to be enough of an excuse to stay in bed longer, but the other more rational part of him gently pulls the shirt from the confines of Cas' grip and then quietly rolls out of bed. He peaks over his shoulder when at the door to see Cas spreading out over his side of the bed on his stomach and falling back asleep.

Dean slips out the door and walks through the bunker that's filled with sunlight, yawning as he makes his way to the main room. Sam is there, seated with a couple books in front of him and a mug of coffee.

"Hey," his younger brother says to him.

"Hey, how are you feeling this morning?" Dean asks coming to stop behind a chair across from Sam.

"About the same. A little more groggy, but other than that." He shrugs and pick up the mug.

Dean nods, at least it's not worse. "Where's Kevin?"

Sam looks like he should still be in bed. "He uh, went out to the store, said we were low on 'good food' and that he'd be back in a while."

"Do you think he will be?" The last thing Dean needs now is Kevin running off by himself with no word as to where.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Dean simply nods and the air hangs quiet between them. "Cas is here." He finally says.

That gets Sam's attention. "Cas? What happened, is he okay? Where, is he?"

He's not sure where to start exactly, doesn't know if he should tell Sam everything Cas told him last night or stick to the basics for now. "He fell. Not like the others we saw. Metatron-he took his grace from him and he's human now." Sam's face mimics his response of 'wow'.

"Where is he? Is he okay?"

"He will be, he's still asleep in my bed."

"In your bed?" That's just Sammy, Dean thinks as he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, in my bed, and stop thinking whatever you're thinking there was no place else for him to sleep." He'd be fine if Cas just wanted to take up half his bed from now on, Dean thinks to himself.

"Alright." Sam says and chuckles.
With a sigh Dean moves away from the table and Sammy to go to the fridge; it however, might as well be empty and no wonder Kevin went out for food. "I hope the kid gets us some pie while he's out." Dean speaks into the fridge and hears Sam flip the page of the book in front of him.