[ the touch is a little surprising but not unwelcome. light, and warm, cas' fingers are slim where they find his wrist and dean doesn't spare a glance down to confirm what's going on, only keeps green trained on blue. beads of water, few and far between still dot cas' skin, and dean wants to lean in suddenly, trace them away with his mouth.
instead, he scoffs at the words, looking away for a moment. ]
Even you can't believe that.
[ he is different.
he is... worse than the other one, despite claiming otherwise. he's distant, he doesn't always feel like himself, hasn't in a long time, and he's been out of touch with certain qualities in life, certain aspects of himself and people. he doesn't necessarily want to be the person he'd once been, there was weakness in that, which had cost him sam, but...
sometimes he still finds himself envious. to have sam's affections easier, castiel's too...
no subject
instead, he scoffs at the words, looking away for a moment. ]
Even you can't believe that.
[ he is different.
he is... worse than the other one, despite claiming otherwise. he's distant, he doesn't always feel like himself, hasn't in a long time, and he's been out of touch with certain qualities in life, certain aspects of himself and people. he doesn't necessarily want to be the person he'd once been, there was weakness in that, which had cost him sam, but...
sometimes he still finds himself envious. to have sam's affections easier, castiel's too...
he looks at cas again. ]
Use him for everything he's worth.