Castiel arrives in Massachusetts on a Friday night. He doesn't get to Dean's house until about ten o'clock, but thankfully, Dean is still home and wide awake. He opens the front door almost immediately after Castiel rings the doorbell, as if he was just waiting for Castiel to finally show up.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean greets him with a grin. "And Misha," He adds as an afterthought. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Castiel looks around. It really is humble, especially considering how much money Dean makes playing professional football. It's only one story, though there seems to be quite a few rooms on that one floor.

"Want a tour?" Dean asks. "It's very easy to navigate." He gestures for Castiel to follow him as he walks through the house. "That's the living room, and this is the kitchen, and that's the fridge where I keep my pie and you can have some if you want but don't et it all, and that's the dining room, and that's a room that doesn't have a name but it's always either really cold or really hot, and that's the bathroom, and that's basically another living room because I don't need this many rooms, and that's a guest room that Adam sleeps in when he comes over and that's my bedroom and it's a double bed so you can sleep in here if you want or you can use the guest room, it's up to you."

"Did you take a single breath that entire time?" Castiel asks, gaping at him.

"I don't even know," Dean replies. "I had one of those Monster energy drinks and now I'm, like, really hyper."

Castiel chuckles. "It's literally ten o'clock at night. Why did you have an energy drink at ten o'clock at night?"

"I don't know but I did," Dean replies. "Anyway, pick a room, either room, and put your suitcase there so you don't have to awkwardly carry it around with you."

Castiel leaves his suitcase in Dean's bedroom, because there's no real reason not to sleep in his bed. He bites back a yawn and joins Dean in the kitchen, where he's already eating a piece of pie.

"I'm gonna go to bed now," Castiel tells him. "Long drive."

Or, more accurately, his dog was being annoying the entire time and made it feel like a really long drive. Well, it wasn't the entire time, but he would start barking every time he had to go to the bathroom, so Castiel had to pull over a few times to walk his dog to convince him to go pee, which added at least an extra hour to his trip because Misha is a pain in the ass.

Oh, speaking of Misha, he should go get the dog bed. He jogs out of the house and out to his car, returning just moments later to find Misha sitting at the door whining. As soon as the door open, he stops, seeming content.

Castiel scoffs. "My god, you're a dork," he tells his dog. "C'mon." He takes off Misha's collar and gestures for him to follow him to their temporary bedroom. Misha trots after him without hesitation.

"I swear to god, if you let the dog on my bed..." Dean calls after him.

"I won't!" Castiel assures him. Misha doesn't seem to like jumping up on things anymore. He's getting lazier every day.

Castiel plops the dog bed against the wall, then lies down in his own bed on the side closest to it. When Misha sees his owner going to bed, he does the same, and seems to fall asleep almost instantly.

It's only a few minutes later when Castiel hears the dog's light snoring, but he can't sleep himself. He just lies in bed with his eyes closed, bored out of his mind. He just wants to sleep. Is it too much to ask?

It feels like an hour later when he hears Dean enter the room, though there isn't a clock nearby to check, and he doesn't want to open his eyes anyway. He listens to his boyfriend's footsteps as he approaches the bed, and he feels the mattress dip as Dean lies down next to him. Castiel waits for him to get comfortable before shifting over and snuggling with him.

Dean chuckles softly and puts an arm around him gently. "You awake?" He asks quietly.

Castiel mumbles some sort of response that even he can't understand.

"You realize it's almost midnight, right?" Dean adds.

Castiel hums in response. He didn't know that, but he's not surprised. He has a hard time sleeping in other beds, and this is no exception.

Dean sighs. "Well, you're gonna be fun tomorrow. I'm sure your fans will enjoy a half asleep Castiel."

Castiel doesn't dignify that with a response. His fans will enjoy any type of Castiel. They'd enjoy a cardboard cutout of him, for god's sake. They'll be fine with him practically falling asleep.

Dean presses a kiss to his head. "Goodnight, Cas."