One of Dean's small hands gently gripped onto the thin fabric of George's shirt, and it seemed to have no intention of letting go anytime soon
George could only smile down at Dean, he slipped his hand into the soft loose brown curls on the younger man's head
Dean tightened his grip on George's shirt and let out a quiet sound of distress in his sleep, George reached out and engulfed Dean's small hand in his larger one, he slowly intertwined their fingers and was rewarded with a more relaxing sigh from Dean
Dean's round soft face combined with his long eyelashes, bright baby blue eyes, and pure innocence always made him come across as rather childish, so much so that everyone on set had started to take a liking to babying the younger boy, always pinching his chubby cheeks and applauding him and offering him small sweets after a good take but George's favourite was when everyone would make the patronizing 'aww' sounds whenever he did the simplest of tasks, such as tying his shoe, still it always made Dean blush embarrassedly and George smile in affectionately
George gently rubbed his thumb over Dean's knuckles and looked down at the boy with a look he wouldn't dare give if Dean had been awake, a look of pure love that spoke all the words in the world to describe his affectionate feelings for the younger man
George had been trying and failing to deny himself any feelings other than friendship toward Dean for a few months now, ever since their failure trip to Belgium, particularly that long car ride with Dean, he seemed to have caught feelings for the younger actor which were unshakable
He hated to see Dean upset like he was today...it really made him feel a sense of undeserving guilt and responsibility for making the younger boy happy again...to see him smile
When Dean smiled or laughed, George felt as if he was flying....seeing the joy and happiness on Dean's face never ceased to make George feel high on love
He hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that he likely would never work with the Dean again....and he wasn't ready to reflect on the past nine months of working and training with him because he knew if he took a stroll down that memory lane he would undoubtedly end up teary eyed and in a nostalgic puddle of sadness
He instead just admired Dean sleeping, softly cooing gentle words to Dean whenever he let out any fussy sounds. Eventually, his own eyelids began to grow heavy and fell into a light sleep
***
There was a soft whimpering and unsteady movement beside him
He tried to blink the sleep and confusion from his eyes and felt his insides stiffen as he realized the source of the discomforting sounds was Dean
Hw was thrashing gently against George, small whimpers of a clear nightmare escaping him as he struggled through his unpleasant dream
"Dean?" George asked groggy and confused
When no answer came, George sat up and put a hand on Dean's shoulder and gently tried to shake his friend to wakefulness
Dean however remained trapped in his nightmare and continued to let out small whimpers of distress that each seemed to crack George's heart
"Dean wake up come on bud" he said forcefully as he shook the smaller boy a bit harder
Dean suddenly gasped awake and clutched onto George tightly, letting out a cry
~ a nightmare ~
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