Sleepless in Kanasas

“I…”, freaking hell, just the way Castiel pronounced his name sent shivers up and down the hunter’s spine and he had to take a moment to gather every last bit of composure he had managed to maintain around Castiel over the last years – which was a pitifully small amount, he had to admit – “Well, normally other people”, Dean finally all but managed a weak smirk directed at the angel while he switched on the lamp on his bedside table, “don’t suddenly appear in my bedroom – on my actual freaking bed- what the hell dude?- while I’m trying to sleep.”