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still beautiful. still dean winchester.

when did castiel start thinking dean was beautiful? was it as he repaired him, as he placed the freckles back on his face and his shoulders and his thighs? was it when he returned green to eyes that has lost their luster or pink to lips that had gone too far red? was it when he repaired ribs and skin and tendons and toes? was it a moment? a wide eyed stare or a flicker to lips or vulnerable tears? was it a pink tongue darting, or a white smile, or a laugh, full bodied and bright? was it hushed tones, or mixtapes, or blue light dancing over delicate cheekbones? was it a universal truth, ever present, never acknowledged? when did castiel start thinking dean was beautiful?

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