Lol, buddy, I hate to break it to you but…you’re in a forest. There are no computers here…you are with nature now.
Castiel wakes up on the edge of his small bed, blankets barely covering his body, and he grunts in frustration, trying to roll over over and tug the blankets back over him, but he can’t do either. He struggles some, but finally manages to roll onto his other side, and he spots Dean sprawled out across the bed, half of the blankets tucked beneath him, and a pillow under his head, and one over his head. Castiel frowns. This bed is not big enough for a wolf to be sprawled across.
There’s a knock at the door, and Castiel sets his knitting needles and yarns aside before standing and brushing his vest off. There’s another knock, and Cas groans softly, picking up his pace before Dean begins to knock so hard he knocks the door off of its hinges. When he reaches the door, he opens it, peeking outside, and Dean smiles at him, wide and wolfish, ears flicking atop his head.