Castiel knew Dean would kill him if he ever found out, considering his rules about personal space. But what was he supposed to do at night when everyone was sleeping?
It had started back when Dean's nightmares of hell would make him cry out in his sleep. Castiel had sat by the hunters bedside using his grace to calm Dean. After Dean's nightmares became less frequent Castiel couldn't find it in him to leave Deans bedside, so he would find ways to entertain himself. His favourite one being counting Dean's freckles, he didn't know what he found so interesting about the small dots covering Dean's face. But God he loved them. Castiel would always find a new hidden freckle if he looked hard enough, during his search for freckles he would take in every feature of Dean admiring them as he went.
And now Castiel is glad he did it, because now that Dean was dead.. It was all he had, every night he would sneak into Dean's room, lay in his bed, close his eyes and paint a mental picture of Dean. Adding in each freckle as he went, Castiel would find himself spending hours picturing Dean's face.
He didn't know what he found so interesting about Dean Winchester, but god he loved him.
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Destiel Fluffys
FanfictionDestiel one shots. Not necessarily pairing just some Cas and Dean being Cas and Dean. As well as Destil cause its adorable.
