[ There's only the slightest shake of his head, smile still present even as the laugh slips into silence. ]
You just-- [ Castiel leans back an inch. ] You're always taking care of everyone else and never as concerned about yourself. It's good, I think - that you're letting me do this for you.
[ Because he would have--always. Whether by less than conventional means or with his own hands, Castiel would do anything and everything in his power to see Dean safe and less reckless. He knows that the years they've lived have messed them up, torn them far from the path they might have walked had Sam never said yes, but it's not the most important thing to worry about. It's that they have each other, that they're there because they want to be and need to be.
His expression softens just a fraction more, dropping the rag and slipping his hand down to drag his thumb over Dean's knuckles. Absently working out the tension that runs up his arm. ]
It's nice. [ Different, welcome. ] You're, uhm...
[ A shrug then, almost sheepish, like he's playing at the edges of a few words that should never be said between them. It's easier to touch and press close than it is to talk about it. So, that's what Castiel does: he tilts his head and kisses him again. Kisses him to shut out his own thoughts and to shut himself up. ]
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You just-- [ Castiel leans back an inch. ] You're always taking care of everyone else and never as concerned about yourself. It's good, I think - that you're letting me do this for you.
[ Because he would have--always. Whether by less than conventional means or with his own hands, Castiel would do anything and everything in his power to see Dean safe and less reckless. He knows that the years they've lived have messed them up, torn them far from the path they might have walked had Sam never said yes, but it's not the most important thing to worry about. It's that they have each other, that they're there because they want to be and need to be.
His expression softens just a fraction more, dropping the rag and slipping his hand down to drag his thumb over Dean's knuckles. Absently working out the tension that runs up his arm. ]
It's nice. [ Different, welcome. ] You're, uhm...
[ A shrug then, almost sheepish, like he's playing at the edges of a few words that should never be said between them. It's easier to touch and press close than it is to talk about it. So, that's what Castiel does: he tilts his head and kisses him again. Kisses him to shut out his own thoughts and to shut himself up. ]