[ dean expects cas to leave, to go back to bed. something, anything, but not for him to lean closer again, rag in had as he wipes at dean's face. flecks of blood come off, the splattering of them over his features more than dean would have thought earlier. but then, he's not one to care about getting a little messy when it's about life and death.
the laugh though, that tenses him up sharply, has him looking at cas darkly. if he's laughing at dean... ]
What?
[ huff huff. dean's better arm flexes at his side, where he grips down on the table... out of frustration or stopping himself from reaching out, dean's not sure, but he ignores the desires all the same in favor of just pinning cas with that dark expression of his.
and the question gets en equally short answer; ]
...No.
[ he still makes no attempt to move, to do anything else. he just sits there, with cas' hand against his chest, eyes on his friend's. he doesn't feel tired even if the day was full of action. in fact, he feels wide away, something buzzing under his skin, something finally starting to dull the pain. and right under cas' hand, his heart hammers away, loud and strong. ]
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the laugh though, that tenses him up sharply, has him looking at cas darkly. if he's laughing at dean... ]
What?
[ huff huff. dean's better arm flexes at his side, where he grips down on the table... out of frustration or stopping himself from reaching out, dean's not sure, but he ignores the desires all the same in favor of just pinning cas with that dark expression of his.
and the question gets en equally short answer; ]
...No.
[ he still makes no attempt to move, to do anything else. he just sits there, with cas' hand against his chest, eyes on his friend's. he doesn't feel tired even if the day was full of action. in fact, he feels wide away, something buzzing under his skin, something finally starting to dull the pain. and right under cas' hand, his heart hammers away, loud and strong. ]