[ He does know him well enough. Castiel has already relaxed into the chair as much as he can ever relax. He intends to send Sam a message once Dean is fast asleep and Castiel has seen to it his sleep will be deep and without nightmares. ]
( at this point, honestly, he's too exhausted to protest. if he were a handful of years younger and still worried about personal space or things being weird, maybe. or maybe it has to do more with the fact that sam and his judging eyes are in another room, so dean feels less like he needs to overperform the ritual of masculinity. )
Yeah, yeah, alright Edward.
( regardless, he curls up with a pillow and mumbles something else, almost indistinct, his eyelids falling heavy over weary eyes. )
This is where you say "good night, sleep tight, don't let the archangels bite."
( but any response will fall on sleeping ears. )
I think this is a good place for a wrap but I needed to get this in for Reasons
[ 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.
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[ He does know him well enough. Castiel has already relaxed into the chair as much as he can ever relax. He intends to send Sam a message once Dean is fast asleep and Castiel has seen to it his sleep will be deep and without nightmares. ]
I'll watch over you.
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Yeah, yeah, alright Edward.
( regardless, he curls up with a pillow and mumbles something else, almost indistinct, his eyelids falling heavy over weary eyes. )
This is where you say "good night, sleep tight, don't let the archangels bite."
( but any response will fall on sleeping ears. )
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.