When No One's Listening by intrepid-Inkweaver, literature
Literature
When No One's Listening
Dean sat on the bed next to Castiel's unconscious form, careful not to wake him. Sammy was asleep on the opposite bed, snoring lightly.
After Cas passed out when he had returned from the past, the brothers had eventually taken off his damn omnipresent trench coat and put him in a more comfortable position on the bed. Without passengers, the angel wasn't in quite so bad shape as he had been upon arriving 1978. Seeing Castiel coughing up the blood on the side of the road had made Dean's heart clench in a surprising bout of panic. Of course he had been quick to get it under control before anyone saw it.
It was always difficult to trust pe
I am... Writing on a fanfic! If I ever finish chapter one, I'll post the damn thing here! 8D Maybe somebody'll appriciate my art, but until then I'll continue doing my job - Saving the world and loving art.