[ dean's been through this dance before, many, many times. the antiseptic always hurts, and having it poured right into an open, raw wound has him biting down on the inside of his cheek and sucking in a sharp breath, forcing his head and eyes away from cas-- as if hiding the obvious pain.
once it's done though, he looks back at castiel, and just listens to what he says. ]
Find anything useful?
[ because he can rest assured that cas knows what's useful versus what's not. not all the time of course, dean still remembers some of the junk cas had stored away in his room back at camp. but here there's no time for junk, no matter how appealing it might be.
the needle and string get a quick look -- he hates this part -- but the fingers at his face distract him then, just as the smile does. the look is unfaltering, piercing almost as he breathes back a quiet. ]
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once it's done though, he looks back at castiel, and just listens to what he says. ]
Find anything useful?
[ because he can rest assured that cas knows what's useful versus what's not. not all the time of course, dean still remembers some of the junk cas had stored away in his room back at camp. but here there's no time for junk, no matter how appealing it might be.
the needle and string get a quick look -- he hates this part -- but the fingers at his face distract him then, just as the smile does. the look is unfaltering, piercing almost as he breathes back a quiet. ]
I don't like gentle.
[ two can play at this game. ]