[ it's an odd thing to say, and not something dean had really actively thought about. he's always just-- wanted those around him to be alright. those he cares about, even now. sam, cas... he wants them alright, alive and breathing. and whether or not that means him doing okay, it's never mattered. not to him, not since before he can remember.
but it's odd to have someone say it, quiet and soft as cas does. ]
Sewing up my arm sucks more than lettin' you do it.
[ cas had been convenient, and dean had known no amount of denying cas the chance to help would have actually worked. it's only after cas has spoken, as he runs his thumb over dean's hand, that he realizes the frustration has eased again into something quiet, and less demanding.
how cas is having this effect on him lately, dean doesn't know... but it's nice, too.
you're, uhm...
he almost wants to hear the rest, but the kiss that comes is much more welcome. the taste is still so new, so exciting, that dean only breathes a quiet, relieved sound against cas' mouth, his healthy arm slipping to his friend's side, hand sliding over cas' hip, and then to the small of his back, pressing him closer. it doesn't stop hitting him, how he hasn't had anything like this is in so long-- not since... before everything. and what this might be, exactly, still escapes him, is something he doesn't want to think about. but for now it's good.
it's the best thing he's had in a long time. and dean wants to enjoy it for whoever long or short it'll last, which is what he does as he bites quietly down onto cas' bottom lip, tugging at the soft flesh before pressing in again, hungrier. ]
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but it's odd to have someone say it, quiet and soft as cas does. ]
Sewing up my arm sucks more than lettin' you do it.
[ cas had been convenient, and dean had known no amount of denying cas the chance to help would have actually worked. it's only after cas has spoken, as he runs his thumb over dean's hand, that he realizes the frustration has eased again into something quiet, and less demanding.
how cas is having this effect on him lately, dean doesn't know... but it's nice, too.
you're, uhm...
he almost wants to hear the rest, but the kiss that comes is much more welcome. the taste is still so new, so exciting, that dean only breathes a quiet, relieved sound against cas' mouth, his healthy arm slipping to his friend's side, hand sliding over cas' hip, and then to the small of his back, pressing him closer. it doesn't stop hitting him, how he hasn't had anything like this is in so long-- not since... before everything. and what this might be, exactly, still escapes him, is something he doesn't want to think about. but for now it's good.
it's the best thing he's had in a long time. and dean wants to enjoy it for whoever long or short it'll last, which is what he does as he bites quietly down onto cas' bottom lip, tugging at the soft flesh before pressing in again, hungrier. ]