[ dean doubts that, despite the soft, confirming voice cas uses. how can he not want him to change? how can he not blame dean for everything? he'd gotten him killed, might as well have done it himself, if they really start thinking about it. guilt twists his insides, a cold clutch of something familiar he's used to from years of letting those around him down.
but he doesn't say anything to it, just looks at cas for a long beat...
and then huffs, moving on. ]
Good. Don't think I can get up even if I wanted to.
[ at least he's being honest, right? with that dean just... sort of falls to his other side, right until he's lying on the bed, leg still partly against cas'. the blanket is soft under his face, leaving him to sigh a quiet, pleased sound. he does crack open an eye a beat later though, looking at cas.
normally he wouldn't dare let himself be this vulnerable, but nothing's been normal today, none of this, and he can't find the normal worry and paranoia that someone might attack. instead, he just watches cas quietly for a moment, twisting onto his back, still fully clothed, the fabric of his shirt and jacket twisting unevenly with his body. he watches, like he's trying to figure him out just by staring.
and apparently the fact that he's effectively taking over cas' bed isn't a thought that's passing through his head right now. ]
WIGGLES
but he doesn't say anything to it, just looks at cas for a long beat...
and then huffs, moving on. ]
Good. Don't think I can get up even if I wanted to.
[ at least he's being honest, right? with that dean just... sort of falls to his other side, right until he's lying on the bed, leg still partly against cas'. the blanket is soft under his face, leaving him to sigh a quiet, pleased sound. he does crack open an eye a beat later though, looking at cas.
normally he wouldn't dare let himself be this vulnerable, but nothing's been normal today, none of this, and he can't find the normal worry and paranoia that someone might attack. instead, he just watches cas quietly for a moment, twisting onto his back, still fully clothed, the fabric of his shirt and jacket twisting unevenly with his body. he watches, like he's trying to figure him out just by staring.
and apparently the fact that he's effectively taking over cas' bed isn't a thought that's passing through his head right now. ]