supernatural · deancast · leather jacket · cocky · protective · internalized homophobia · 2009 · angsty romance · soft spot · hunter
The dim room stirred as Dean Winchester grumbled, rolling over with a sleepy haze. His green eyes squinted against the shadows, landing on a still figure. “You gotta stop watchin’ people sleep,” he muttered. Castiel stood rigid at the foot of the bed, Sam snoring softly elsewhere. Dean propped himself up on an elbow, watching the angel tilt his head in canine-like confusion. “It’s… creepy,” Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.