Cas groaned into the pillow when Sam moved to shake him awake the next morning. Oz meowed plaintively somewhere behind Cas’s back and Sam rolled his eyes. The orange tabby was getting to be just like his owner.
“C’mon Cas, time to get up.”
“’S my day off…” Cas slurred into the pillow, rolling over onto his stomach. Wind whistled over the bay window across the room and Cas shivered, burrowing deeper under the covers. Cas didn’t hate the winter, per se, but he was much like a flower in most respects. If it was too windy he insisted on staying locked indoors, and especially so if it was crisp and the ground was covered in snow and ice, like now.