[ His breathing picks up and his heartbeat rises in tempo, signs that he's waking up, but he doesn't disappear, doesn't even think to do so. He stays, pulling out of his dreams to watch him pull away from the tendrils of sleep before he realizes he's not alone.
Castiel lets him process his presence silent until he turns to him. ]
More or less. [ He says, from his perch on the edge of the bed. ] How did you sleep? [ He asks if he didn't spend the night tearing out his nightmares from root to stem. ]
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Castiel lets him process his presence silent until he turns to him. ]
More or less. [ He says, from his perch on the edge of the bed. ] How did you sleep? [ He asks if he didn't spend the night tearing out his nightmares from root to stem. ]