[ Their proximity and the pressure of Dean's forehead to his shoulder catches him a little unaware, stunned to silence as he waits for something. Castiel waits for the ball to drop because it always does. No matter the time or place, he's left with this gaping hole that neither of them can properly fill because their friendship teeters in such a precarious direction. On again, off. Not quite together but so touched that everything affects them one way or the other.
He lifts his hand, hovering there over the expanse of Dean's back as if he's going to give in and hug him. He doesn't remember the last time they'd been so casual. Drinking isn't the same. Speaking isn't either.
But then Dean is shoving away, making real what he'd been waiting for. The gap only continues to grow, and he's helpless to stop it. Whatever he says is always the wrong thing. Whatever he does doesn't seem to matter anymore. It's why he reaches out and grabs him tight by the arm--maybe to keep him from falling, maybe just because he's a little hurt by everything that's happened. He doesn't need Dean to fuel it, but he doesn't need him to just turn his back on him again. ]
No we're not. [ Still holding him, he turns to the door and gets it open. ] Inside. Now.
[ He's not letting him leave like this. Not until they can sort some things out, and whatever original reason Dean had come to him for can wait. ]
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He lifts his hand, hovering there over the expanse of Dean's back as if he's going to give in and hug him. He doesn't remember the last time they'd been so casual. Drinking isn't the same. Speaking isn't either.
But then Dean is shoving away, making real what he'd been waiting for. The gap only continues to grow, and he's helpless to stop it. Whatever he says is always the wrong thing. Whatever he does doesn't seem to matter anymore. It's why he reaches out and grabs him tight by the arm--maybe to keep him from falling, maybe just because he's a little hurt by everything that's happened. He doesn't need Dean to fuel it, but he doesn't need him to just turn his back on him again. ]
No we're not. [ Still holding him, he turns to the door and gets it open. ] Inside. Now.
[ He's not letting him leave like this. Not until they can sort some things out, and whatever original reason Dean had come to him for can wait. ]