[ lay down? he could do that, it could be nice. he could do so right next to cas, press right against him and breathe in that familiar scent that he's slowly starting to get addicted to, finds it that when he wakes up with his face buried in cas' hair those mornings aren't the worst.
so yeah, he could go lay down. sure. ]
...M'you're right.
[ with the kiss, dean starts pushing away from the table with that, against cas right until he's stepping away from him too. it takes only another step for dean to wobble, to falter in his step as he tries for the bedroom. one hand shoots out blindly for cas, grips him wherever he can. ]
Jesus, t'hell did you give me...
[ but as he'd reached out, dean realizes it's with his injured arm, which has him blinking down at the length of it like it's entirely new, like he's been cured of some horrendous disease. ]
no subject
so yeah, he could go lay down. sure. ]
...M'you're right.
[ with the kiss, dean starts pushing away from the table with that, against cas right until he's stepping away from him too. it takes only another step for dean to wobble, to falter in his step as he tries for the bedroom. one hand shoots out blindly for cas, grips him wherever he can. ]
Jesus, t'hell did you give me...
[ but as he'd reached out, dean realizes it's with his injured arm, which has him blinking down at the length of it like it's entirely new, like he's been cured of some horrendous disease. ]
Huh... It doesn't hurt anymore.
[ hell, he can't feel much of anything anymore. ]