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Castiel liked to watch Dean sleep. At first the hunter was adamantly against it, so he tried not to. He really did, but when he went to talk to Dean the man was lying there, expression smooth and free of stress...Well, he couldn’t help it. He was so beautiful. So sometimes he would just stand there and wait for him to wake up. Dean would only complain for a minute when he did this.
Things had changed between them though. They’d made the transition from friends to lovers. So now when Dean was asleep Castiel was generally in the bed with him. LIke tonight, for example. He had the hunter’s head in his lap, fingers brushing through his short hair as he watched him. He was so beautiful. Such a work of art. His Father’s most beautiful creation.