SilentWolfy101

Dean Winchester peered his weary eyes open to the plain ceiling, cringing at how his back felt from sleeping on the rough carpeted floor. “Angels aren’t even supposed to sleep…” He groaned, pushing himself up from his makeshift nest, and hovering over the two sleeping figures in their beds. Sam was facedown in the pillow drooling and Castiel was still as a dead body, never having moved from atop the covers.   “Rise and shine boys…”   Sam groaned in response, the angel blinked awake to the lit room.   “What time is it?” Sam rubbed his eyes.   “Seven AM.” Dean beamed. “Wha