It isn't difficult to do considering it's just a hand, but Cas wakes anyway and pushes himself up sleepily. His face is red and pillow-creased since he'd slept on his stomach all night long, and without even a look or a word to Dean he rolls out of bed and heads over to the coffee maker.

He'd stared creepily at Dean as he made coffee for four days. Castiel is sure he's capable of making Dean's coffee, now. It can't be that hard; water, coffee, pot, button. There.

Once that's done Castiel returns to Dean and reaches for his wrist to look at his arm.