Dean was kissing Sam’s neck when they both felt a presence in the room.
“I have news,” Castiel’s hoarse voice greeted Dean as he jumped off of Sam, pulling the covers up over himself. “Is something wrong?”
Dean looked to Sam before answering: his eyes were hazy, and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Can it wait a second, Cas?”
“Yes.”
Dean glanced between his brother and the angel before he gestured at the door. “In private?”
Castiel obeyed, a vague look of confusion crossing his face before he stepped back outside, dejected. Dean wasted no time in pouncing back onto Sam.