[ dean simply remains still, taking another swig at from the bottle and then feels cas' hand come to the side of his face. there must be blood, or something, but he leans into the touch just a fraction, eyes dropping some from cas' face. the bottle is given freely, the warmth of the liquid already enough, as he waits for an answer.
an answer which doesn't quite please him. ]
And you... [ he begins slowly, voice low. ] Shouldn't tell me what to do.
[ the tug, the command to follow, are ignored. instead, dean breathes for a moment, then reaches out with his uninjured arm, fingers curling into the belt loops of cas' pants, tugging him towards him instead. it's one, swift motion, right until cas is closer-- close enough. his fingers remains there, resting over his hip somewhere, green slowly lifting to find blue. ]
no subject
an answer which doesn't quite please him. ]
And you... [ he begins slowly, voice low. ] Shouldn't tell me what to do.
[ the tug, the command to follow, are ignored. instead, dean breathes for a moment, then reaches out with his uninjured arm, fingers curling into the belt loops of cas' pants, tugging him towards him instead. it's one, swift motion, right until cas is closer-- close enough. his fingers remains there, resting over his hip somewhere, green slowly lifting to find blue. ]
Thank you.
[ for fixing him up, for helping. ]