Dean awoke suddenly, finding himself clutching a jacket to his chest.
"Hello Dean."
He almost jumped out of his skin, turning to see Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked cynically.
"You get your freak off by watching other people sleep?" Dean scorned, "what do you want?"
"You have to stop it."
"Stop what?" Dean wasn't awake enough for cryptic messages.
Castiel leaned over the bed and placed three fingers to Dean's forehead. The next thing he knew, he was being woken up by a security guard on a park bench...