Imagine an angel coming to earth and becoming human to pass the
trials it has been ordered to complete. The angel has trouble
sleeping now that he is human. The concept of it was easier than
actually doing it, obviously, but no matter how many times he closed
his eyes, "counted sheep" as he had come to learn, or just waited
until the sun went down, he wasn't tired enough to sleep. Before he
met up with other humans after he had become human he had merely
waited until he passed out from tiredness in order to sleep. After he
had met up with some travelers, they had yelled at him for not
sleeping more often. When the angels points out that they only slept
four hours a night the travelers only huff and shift about uneasily
before telling him that "sleeping every three days is way more
unhealthy than sleeping four hours a night" which the angel could
agree with.
After all of the things that the travelers had tried to do to
help, he still couldn't manage to sleep regularly. Sometimes he
would drift off during the day while they stayed at different hotels.
He would curl up outside on the roof in the summer with a good book
and just doze off. Those were the times when he couldn't understand
how he fell asleep, but somehow managed to do it every time.
That night was the same as every other. It was probably two in the
morning and they were all curled up on the beds, the couch, and the
floor.
The angel turned over onto his side and
looked over at Gabriel, one of the travelers he had come to know, who
was sleeping on the bed across from him. Should he wake him? Maybe he
could help the angel get some sleep. But he looked really tired when
he got to the hotel.
Through better judgment the angel threw the covers off of himself
and crawled off of his bed. He crawled into Gabriel's bed, looking
at his sleeping face for a second before leaning a bit closer and
whispering that he can't sleep. When Gabriel doesn't answer he
tries again.
Gabriel flinches and the angel thinks he might be awake, but
Gabriel's too drowsy to think straight after the long ride across
the state of Alabama to wake as easily as the angel found that he
usually did. Gabriel just pulled the angel close to him, pushing the
angels' head to his chest, while mumbling non-sense about being
quiet and how much gas they had left in the car.
The angel stiffened at the sudden proximity of Gabriel's'
body, knowing how wrong that the human race thought that two men
being together was now that he was human. After looking around to
make sure no one was awake to see them he looked up at Gabriel's'
still sleeping face. Confused, the angel awkwardly shifted in the
embrace.
"Gabriel?" He whispered again, but the only response he gets
is a tighter squeeze.
"Michael," Dean mumbles in his sleep.
The angel, Michael, isn't sure if this is the most comfortable
position he's slept in, but with a shift of his arm and a leg he's
curled up on Gabriel's chest with his ear pressed to Gabriel's
heart. This is probably the most comfortable he's been since he
became human. Before he settled down even more he realized the
feeling is surprisingly the same as when he sleeps on the roof. The
warmth and feeling of closeness he gets from both of these things
makes him sleepy. With a final yawn the angel fell asleep to
Gabriel's' steady heartbeat.
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