Castiel X-Reader - Wakey Wakey

It took him a while, but Castiel got the hang of falling asleep. He used to lie awake in bed for hours at night on his back, just staring up at the ceiling. You would stay up with him for as long as you could, just making small talk and trying to wear out his mind. Eventually, he’d drift off. Now the only problem is he has a hard time waking up.

One method you’ve found that seems to work is kissing him. Not anything desperate or passionate, just a few quick presses of your lips to his. It usually does the trick, although sometimes you think he plays possum in order to get a few more.

As you squint against the bright early morning light streaming in through the windows of the motel room, you stretch an arm across the ex-angel’s chest. He fell asleep on his back as usual, one hand resting on his stomach. It’s quiet for a few moments, and then there’s a sharp knock on the door.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauties!” It’s Dean. “We gotta hit the road!”

Whenever Castiel is with you and the boys, you always end up sharing a room with him. Dean feels the need to do a wakeup call every morning, even though he knows you’re perfectly capable of waking yourself up on your own. It’s more a method of bothering you. He’s such a child.

With a sigh, you shrug off the blankets and prop yourself up on one elbow, facing Castiel. The guy manages to sleep through Dean’s shouts to wake up. You lean in and plant a kiss just under his eye, eliciting a twitch of his nose. Moving down, you repeat the action on the corner of his mouth, making sure to tickle his cheek with your eyelashes.

He stirs at the sensation, unconsciously bringing up his hand to brush away the cause.

“Cass.” You coax. “Come on. You gotta wake up.”

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter and turns his head away from you, and you know you’ve almost got him awake. You use the hand you have rested on his chest to turn his head back the other way, bringing him close enough to kiss him on the mouth. You draw this one out a bit more, leaning into it a little until you feel him respond to it.

“Morning.” You pull away and grin at him.

He blinks sleepily at you, trying to turn onto his side to go back to what he was doing. You catch him by the shoulder and pull him onto his back again.

“Nuh-uh.” You chastise. “We gotta get outta here. Dean wants to hit the road for the next hunt.”

“Right now?” He mumbles.

“Yup. Believe me I’d love to sleep in as much as you do.”

“Then why can’t we?”

“You of all people should know what happens when the Winchesters are left to their own devices. They’d probably come crawling back with limbs missing.”

“Touché.” He yawns and pulls himself to a sitting position. “I’m not entirely awake yet.”

“Neither am I.” You sit up too and rub your eyes.

“Do you think another kiss would help?”

“Probably.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and tilt it back so he can kiss you properly. It’s a bit more drawn out than the last one, but cut shorter than you’d like by another loud knock on the door.

“You guys ready to go yet?” It’s Dean again.

With a groan, you pull away from Cass and get off the bed. He just watches you, admiring the way the long t-shirt you wear at night falls around your body, ending a few inches above your knees and revealing your bare legs from there down. When you start to change into your day clothes, he gets out of bed too. He sleeps in his day clothes because he doesn’t yet see the point of pajamas. After you figure out a way to make sure he changes back into his day clothes in the morning, you’ll try to show him how comfortable pajamas can be.