Solve et Coagula Ch. 2
Castiel was in Dean's room when Sam returned, sitting in the chair at his desk and watching him sleep. He glanced at Sam, and didn't ask how whatever he'd been doing had gone as he stood up and left. But he did squeeze Sam's shoulder when he passed him.
Sam just stood there for a while, looking at Dean. He looked so peaceful, in an obscene, almost twisted way. Bloated belly laid out on the mattress in front of him where he'd settled on his side, one arm tucked around it. Tube running into his mouth, slight motion of cheeks and lips and throat as he sucked and swallowed.
Soda sitting in his mouth all night was going to be absolute hell on his teeth, they needed to figure out some way to keep him from winding up with a hundred cavities a week. Then again, according to Crowley, he was literally made for this now. Maybe he didn't have to worry about cavities any more than he did hardening arteries or high blood sugar.
He was still thinking along those lines when he realized that Dean's breathing had changed, and his eyes were open a slit. In the dark, Sam couldn't tell what shape his pupils were.
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