Explore Cas

            Dean watches the angel out of the corner of his eye. For several minutes now, Castiel has been pacing unsurely behind the couch, occasionally glancing down at (y/n). The girl fell asleep a little over an hour ago and has yet to wake up. Dean’s been letting her sleep, but he’s starting to think that his friend’s hovering presence will be what disrupts her slumber. Soon enough, Cass voices his reasons.             “Is she comfortable?”             “Who? (y/n)? She seems to be fine.”             “Wouldn’t she be more comfortable on the bed?”             “Maybe. She’s used to sleeping on couches though.”             Still not convi...