Castiel's hand smoothed up the front of the blanket, tucking it just a little farther toward Dean's chin. He touched Dean's neck, then his forehead, and rested his hand in Dean's hair. The Dean he knew would never allow it, only ever seemed to relax in sleep. This Dean was different...lighter. Castiel felt his heart swell with some emotion he couldn't describe, to see Dean so happy, even in illness.
"Yes, I liked the pie. I think three slices was too much. Things happened afterward that was a little...disturbing."
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Date: 2009-06-27 04:16 am (UTC)"Yes, I liked the pie. I think three slices was too much. Things happened afterward that was a little...disturbing."