Fics like When Fantasy Becomes Reality

Castiel almost looks away to continue his search when he notices it: the little details. The ones that are off. The way he can see Dean chewing on his cheek, trying not to bite on his lip, and Cas' muddled brain can't help but connect that to trying not to moan. Dean's right leg - the one facing him - is raised, bent at the knee, though Castiel knows he wouldn't normally sit like that while trying to sleep. When he looks down, his pupils dilate at the sight of the man's fingers digging into the duvet, curling further, though Cas can practically sense that he's trying not to. Eyes trailing up his body, it's easy to spot the tension someone else would mistake for ease. But it's not the kind Castiel is used to. The kind they see practically every day - waiting for danger, trying to be predator instead of prey. It's the kind he sees less often - in bars, around pretty women, sometimes when he watches the human sleep. It's something he recognizes, and Castiel's eyes widen as his gaze finally reaches Dean's face, wondering whether he's willing the man to open his eyes or keep them shut. Those aren't his fantasies. Because they're Dean's.

Fics like When Fantasy Becomes Reality

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