Cas doesn't let himself sleep until he's sure Dean's gone, and it's the first night he sleeps without waking up in the middle of the night and climbing the roof toward the stars.
Some time during the night his hand makes its way over to Dean's chest to rest there, palm-down. He isn't any closer than he was; still that barely-there platonic space that Dean seemed to need to rest comfortably, but his arm rises and falls with the breaths Dean takes.
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Cas doesn't let himself sleep until he's sure Dean's gone, and it's the first night he sleeps without waking up in the middle of the night and climbing the roof toward the stars.
Some time during the night his hand makes its way over to Dean's chest to rest there, palm-down. He isn't any closer than he was; still that barely-there platonic space that Dean seemed to need to rest comfortably, but his arm rises and falls with the breaths Dean takes.
Castiel sleeps straight through the morning.