[ Castiel squints at the line of Dean's shoulders as he settles in for sleep. Edward...? It baffles him as much as Clarence, and the thought, for a moment, brings an ache to Castiel's chest, as he remembers things that could have been and will never be.
He doesn't understand the reference, and will not ask.
He does, however, allow his lips to tug into a fond smile. And as he feels Dean drift off to sleep and draps his grace over Dean's dreams like a weighted blanket, he murmurs: ]
Good night, Dean. Sleep tight. I won't let any archangels bite.
I think this is a good place for a wrap but I needed to get this in for Reasons
He doesn't understand the reference, and will not ask.
He does, however, allow his lips to tug into a fond smile. And as he feels Dean drift off to sleep and draps his grace over Dean's dreams like a weighted blanket, he murmurs: ]
Good night, Dean. Sleep tight. I won't let any archangels bite.