Just a little short dedicated to agent 1967 because she's always so supportive, not to mention she always leaves the nicest reviews that make my day. Love you Cici!
My Guardian Angel
Cas stood over the sleeping human, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath.
He watched over Dean every night- not that Dean was aware of it. Cas was beginning to realise that Dean didn't seem to want him in his room at night, which was of course ridiculous. Who would make sure Dean had no nightmares? What if he accidentally choked on his own spit? Or what if something broke into his room and killed him?
Ok, maybe that last one wasn't exactly plausible. The bunker was, after all, completely safe from just about every nasty out there. But Cas liked watching Dean sleep. The lines on his face relaxed, making him look innocent and young. He looked so peaceful lying there. And most of all, Cas could watch the pretty human properly, without having to pretend he was looking at something else.
Human social rules were so strange.
Cas liked watching Dean. Why wasn't he allowed to enjoy that? It was ridiculous. He wasn't harming him, or trying to engage in sexual intercourse. Not that Cas would mind trying that last one, but unfortunately Dean was trying very hard to convince himself that he was NOT bisexual, and Cas didn't want to push him into realising something that he didn't want to. Someday Dean would realise for himself, and Cas hoped that Dean would also realise that he liked a certain angel. He doubted it was true, but he was allowed to dream.
The human started to stir, and Cas remembered the task at hand. With a gentle flap of wings, Cas departed, leaving Dean alone it the room once again.