[ there's something here, something right under the surface. like a frozen lake, so easy to crack but still concealed, still whole. something written in the intensity of that gaze, the press of that body against his, and the fingers that slide through his hair. their new proximity registers within, sparks want but dean holds himself still, doesn't break contact, doesn't look away.
i don't like him.
that you want to get close to him is-- i don't like that either.
so curious, and maybe before, from the words alone, dean would draw conclusions. but petty emotions, such as what cas might be suggesting, haven't really passed through as a possibility for dean yet, so he only arches a brow. there's something here, and he wants to know what.
his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in, even but curious. help him understand this. ]
What else do you fear it might be?
[ put it into words, so it's not lost in translation. he wants them on the same page, on the same note. he needs them there, for cas to be one with him as much as he can, so they can be as efficient as they need to, so they'll never fail.
if there are boundaries, limitations, dean needs to know. ]
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i don't like him.
that you want to get close to him is-- i don't like that either.
so curious, and maybe before, from the words alone, dean would draw conclusions. but petty emotions, such as what cas might be suggesting, haven't really passed through as a possibility for dean yet, so he only arches a brow. there's something here, and he wants to know what.
his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in, even but curious. help him understand this. ]
What else do you fear it might be?
[ put it into words, so it's not lost in translation. he wants them on the same page, on the same note. he needs them there, for cas to be one with him as much as he can, so they can be as efficient as they need to, so they'll never fail.
if there are boundaries, limitations, dean needs to know. ]