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Early one morning the bunker door swung open to reveal Sam and Dean Winchester. Both looking battered, bruised, and most importantly, absolutely exhausted. Upon hearing the door open and close with an audible clang Kevin looked up from the work he was doing. Watching as the two brothers came down the stairs, practically leaning on one another to stay upright. Dean haphazardly dropped his bag on the floor, mumbling something incoherently as he headed in the direction of the rooms. And Sam wasn't too far behind his brother, and Kevin knew all too well what this meant. The two brothers were going to crash for most of the day after the hunt that they had just gotten back from. The hunt itself had been a vamp nest that turned out to be much bigger than they realized. In the end they cleared it out, but it had taken a while and the boys had ended up running on empty.

Shaking his head slightly at this Kevin at least picked up the bag from the floor. Setting it on the table where Dean could find it as he got back to work. Meanwhile Dean had staggered down the hallway to his room, leaving the door open as he entered. Toeing off his boots and throwing off his jacket and flannel shirt before flopping face first onto his memory foam mattress. Sighing in relief as he was about ready to be dead to the world as the exhaustion settled in. Only to be broken out of it as he felt the bed dip next to him. Tiredly peeling open his eyes Dean was met with the sight of his brother laying on the bed next to him. Sam had also shed his shoes and his top layer flannel shirt just like Dean had. Which left them both in jeans, socks, a tee shirt, and their respective accessory items. At this Dean let out a small huff as he watched his little brother for a moment. Seeing how Sam was laying on his back whilst Dean himself was laying on his stomach.

"Sam." Dean stated tiredly. "Sam this is not your room." He said when Sam didn't respond the first time.

"S'too far away." Sam murmured as he shifted his position slightly to get more comfortable.

"So?" Dean asked, Sam had already made it to his room so why couldn't he make it to his own?

"So I'm tired." Sam said as he rolled to face Dean and opened his eyes. "Can't I stay here?" He asked as he gave his brother his puppy dog eyes. Despite the tiredness evident in that look it was still the look that could get him anything.

"...Fine." Dean relented. "But If you hog the bed, I'll kick your ass." He sleepily threatened through a small yawn.

"Jerk." Sam stated with a tired smile as he rolled back onto his back.

"Bitch." Dean stated in return with his own tired smile.

As they settled in to sleep Sam felt a weight drape across his abdomen. Sleepily he opened his eyes and saw an arm across his stomach, Dean's arm. Knowing that despite his earlier comments that his brother was thankful for the company. Closing his eyes Sam shifted ever so closer to Dean as sleep took hold of him. And the eldest Winchester wasn't too far behind him as they were both dead to the world. Not long after they fell asleep did Kevin pass by the open door on his way to his own room. Only to backtrack and look in on the sleeping brothers with the smallest of smiles. The younger male silently reached within the room, flicking off the lights before easing the door shut for them.

For the first chunk of hours that Sam and Dean were asleep nothing disturbed them. The boys who normally slept lighter than anything in the world would need a bomb to go off to wake them. So they did not hear the fluttering of feathered wings as Castiel appeared in the room. The angel had come to talk to Dean about something that seemed like a hunt. Only for the words to die on his lips as he looked to the bed. Even in the darkness of the room Castiel could see the familiar figures of the two hunters he's known for years now. Throughout their sleep Sam and Dean's positions had shifted and moved. The two brothers were currently cuddled up to one another. With Sam's head on the pillow and Dean using his arm/shoulder as a pillow. Looking oh so innocent for once in their lives since they were kids.

Castiel honestly could not bring himself to wake either hunter. For he knew that they pushed themselves farther than they should. As he continued to look at the sleeping brothers Castiel approached the foot of the bed. Taking hold of the blanket that was still bunched up at the bottom he eased it over Sam and Dean. Not wanting either of them to possibly get cold. And then with a flutter of feathers he was gone, satisfied that the boys would stay warm as they rested. Leaving them undisturbed still with no evidence that he had been there being left behind either. When Sam and Dean awaken they will wonder who put the blanket on them, but they'll probably never figure out who did it. And Castiel would honestly be okay with that.