[ He sets the fluid down when he's finished, closing his eyes, and allowing himself to doze. He knows Cas is coming, and that's fine; it's more than fine, but he's aware he's less than fun company right now, so he isn't actually expecting Cas to stay. This whole... thing of theirs feel like its on tenterhooks, and he isn't sure when Cas is going to get bored of Dean and wander off into the night, so he lays and hopes and dozes and dreams.
When that familiar voice pieces the veil, drags him back to consciousness, he curses his inability to keep watch on the one goddamn doorway but he's also simultaneously pleased that it's those dulcet tones he awakens to after a brief little nap, eyelids fluttering. ]
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When that familiar voice pieces the veil, drags him back to consciousness, he curses his inability to keep watch on the one goddamn doorway but he's also simultaneously pleased that it's those dulcet tones he awakens to after a brief little nap, eyelids fluttering. ]
Mm. [ He's up, he's up. ]
What...what time is it?