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cas ([personal profile] indecadence) wrote 2014-01-28 02:30 am (UTC)

[ There's a moment where everything slips out of focus, close to shutting his eyes and curling up right against the body pressed to his, but Dean's voice jerks him right back to the present. The heat of his breath against the side of his head when he speaks is weird, and Castiel hovers there for a second or two longer before deciding that it's best to follow what's being said rather than persist in remaining stationary. His body feels heavy though, the slight burn of a headache forming from lack of sleep. Still, he shifts and gracelessly flops most of himself off to the side. If their legs still remain tangled together, that's no concern of his. ]

Good morning, Dean.

[ Is it morning? Is it early enough to even wonder that? He keeps his voice purposely quiet, unable to tell whether or not his roommate is with them. Not that it matters. Then again, it might matter to Dean, and Cas huffs out a quiet sound, something between a laugh and a cough to smother it. It doesn't hold though, laughter soft as he drapes an arm across his eyes.

He's incredibly worn out for some reason. ]
How are you feeling?

[ As if he could cure his obviously looming hangover. As if this makes it better knowing they'd spent the night tucked around each other fully dressed. He remains unmoving beyond that, and Dean's going to have to earn the rest of his freedom to sit up. ]

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