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He doesn't sleep. Dean notes.

Dean's not a fool. He knows that Cas comes to wach him at night. Part of him believes that Cas is protecting him, in his weird way, while Dean is sleeping. Supposed to be sleeping. Dean said to himself.

Most nights, Dean would stay awake with him, feeling comfortable with his presense. Some nights he would sleep, and when he did, he felt more at peace with Cas over him.

Slowly, as the days roll on, Cas sits closer to Dean. Every centimeter closer to Dean makes both of them more at peace. Dean, although he tries, and sometimes succeeds, he can't help falling asleep with Cas by him. His entire soul feels at peace with his angel by his side.

One night, he felt something half nuzzle his nose, Dean cracks one of his eyes for a split second, and felt warm heat pull downward.

Cas nuzzled his nose. As he feigned sleep and was actually asleep, he slowly, night after night, gravitated toward Cas. Most nights, their faces were a breath apart, but on some rare nights, Dean would both consciously and unconsciously snuggle up to Castiel.

He'd never admit it. In fact, if asked, he'd say 'Dean Winchester does not snuggle. Bitch.'

He'll never admit the affection he had for Cas. Never.

No, the one thing he will do,

is sleep.

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