Castiel watches Dean for as long as he can, sifting his fingers through his hair, tracing the form of his cheek with his thumb.
He'd mistaken that thing for Dean. He'd mistaken it for Dean and kissed it like he'd kiss Dean. Castiel still can't believe himself, that he'd make such a mistake, and the guilt of it churns his stomach. If he was an angel-
No. It doesn't matter that he's mortal. He should have known. Sam would have known.
Eventually Castiel nods up, still sitting up, still cradling Dean as if he were something precious.
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Castiel watches Dean for as long as he can, sifting his fingers through his hair, tracing the form of his cheek with his thumb.
He'd mistaken that thing for Dean. He'd mistaken it for Dean and kissed it like he'd kiss Dean. Castiel still can't believe himself, that he'd make such a mistake, and the guilt of it churns his stomach. If he was an angel-
No. It doesn't matter that he's mortal. He should have known. Sam would have known.
Eventually Castiel nods up, still sitting up, still cradling Dean as if he were something precious.