[ dean looks pleased as cas drops down and crawls next to him, only turning his head to watch him once cas is comfortable. the touch at his hand is... dean doesn't know what to call it, but it only gets a glance and then his eyes are back on cas'. he's feeling tired now, finally, the sluggishness and heaviness in his limbs finally starting to drain his energy. ]
But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
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But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
sorry, cas. ]