Castiel

Castiel sat on the edge of your bed while you slept, watching you. Spookily. He didn't mean to be creepy, the angel had nothing else to do since he didn't need to sleep. That's why Dean had kicked Castiel out of his own room when he caught him in his room.

You had started moving frantically in your sleep and mumbling incoherently, which Castiel noticed. He had seen Dean do this many times and discovered that it was due to nightmares.

Once you finally woke up from your nightmare, sitting up and breathing heavily with cold sweat running down your neck, Castiel spoke in a calm, grave voice.

"Are you alright?."