Kat, this is the ONE fanfiction of mine you'll read, and it's crappy as hell.

Everyone else, Enjoy! (or not.)

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He snores. Castiel notes, standing over the sleeping hunter.

Cas is protecting his hunter while he sleeps, or, at least, that's what he keeps telling himself to somehow justify his habit. His habit of watching over Dean as he sleeps, standing over him, watching every twitch, spasm, and breath. Cas didn't even know that he was in sync with Dean, breathing with him even though he didn't need to.

Night after night, Castiel watched. Slowly, he went from standing, to sitting on the bed, and eventually laying next to Dean.

Castiel laid as close to Dean as he could without rousing him. Cas's nose just barely touched Dean's, and caused a warmness in Castiel's stomach of which he would neither admit to nor understand. Cas had memorized each freckle, each wrinkle, each worry line creased into Dean's face. He knew Dean's face more than his own, more than even Dean himself.

Dean's face, Cas noted, each and every time, was how young Dean looked. How, after all of the weight of the world was pushed upon him until it almost crushed him, carefree he looked, almost happy. The warmth spread through Cas once more.

Cas would never admit to anyone what he felt with these tiny, stolen moments, with a sleeping Dean next to him.

He'd never answer the drowsy questions from Dean when he awoke to the angel above him.

No... but he would do one thing.

He'd watch.

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