[ he's the leader here-- what was it, fearless leader, right? that's him, not cas, him. but he does lean on cas, can't really help himself from doing so once cas takes most of his weight. he hasn't been this useless in a long time, this out of it.
but cas is the only one to blame for that, so he gets to deal with it.
once in the bedroom, dean settles down with little difficulty, sprawling out over the mattress like it's the most comfortable thing. he's grabbing a pillow too, and pressing his face into it with a deep sigh... only cracking open an eye to look at cas. ]
C'mere already.
[ twisting his body, he's on his back a moment later, injured arm lightly at his side, bending at the elbow as his hand splays over his stomach, fingers toying with the cloth of his slowly riding up shirt. cas should lie down next to him, press against him and just be there...
that's not asking for too much, right? but then, and his eyes drop from cas as his thoughts take over, maybe it is. since when has he deserved something good in his life?
or maybe he can save the broodier thoughts for the morning. ]
[ There's a snort of annoyance at the comment, choosing to ignore it rather than chase a fight. It's not as if he should have to explain he's doing it to help him, but then, Dean has always been particular stubborn in some aspects. Castiel only goes with it, letting him take over once the difficult part is done. None of this seems out of what's slowly becoming ordinary from them except the very obvious invitation.
To join him.
He stares at him for a moment, tossing the idea around in his head. He's not tired, but-- A slight shake of his head, and he's dropping down onto his knees, easily navigating the small space to stretch out beside him along the side that's not hurt. ]
You're being difficult. [ Though his tone is light, almost teasing. ] Is this what you wanted?
[ Because he's carefully turning onto his side to face him, propped up by an arm and freely observing Dean spread out the way he is. He takes the position of his body into account, the slight bit of skin he can see from the way his shirt bunches up. Castiel wants to reach out and tug it down or slip his fingers under it to feel how warm he is, but he only uses his free hand to reach out and rest it on Dean's.
He's probably going to be in a lot of pain come morning, and Castiel wishes, not for the first time, that he could take it all away somehow. ]
[ dean looks pleased as cas drops down and crawls next to him, only turning his head to watch him once cas is comfortable. the touch at his hand is... dean doesn't know what to call it, but it only gets a glance and then his eyes are back on cas'. he's feeling tired now, finally, the sluggishness and heaviness in his limbs finally starting to drain his energy. ]
But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
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[ he's the leader here-- what was it, fearless leader, right? that's him, not cas, him. but he does lean on cas, can't really help himself from doing so once cas takes most of his weight. he hasn't been this useless in a long time, this out of it.
but cas is the only one to blame for that, so he gets to deal with it.
once in the bedroom, dean settles down with little difficulty, sprawling out over the mattress like it's the most comfortable thing. he's grabbing a pillow too, and pressing his face into it with a deep sigh... only cracking open an eye to look at cas. ]
C'mere already.
[ twisting his body, he's on his back a moment later, injured arm lightly at his side, bending at the elbow as his hand splays over his stomach, fingers toying with the cloth of his slowly riding up shirt. cas should lie down next to him, press against him and just be there...
that's not asking for too much, right? but then, and his eyes drop from cas as his thoughts take over, maybe it is. since when has he deserved something good in his life?
or maybe he can save the broodier thoughts for the morning. ]
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To join him.
He stares at him for a moment, tossing the idea around in his head. He's not tired, but-- A slight shake of his head, and he's dropping down onto his knees, easily navigating the small space to stretch out beside him along the side that's not hurt. ]
You're being difficult. [ Though his tone is light, almost teasing. ] Is this what you wanted?
[ Because he's carefully turning onto his side to face him, propped up by an arm and freely observing Dean spread out the way he is. He takes the position of his body into account, the slight bit of skin he can see from the way his shirt bunches up. Castiel wants to reach out and tug it down or slip his fingers under it to feel how warm he is, but he only uses his free hand to reach out and rest it on Dean's.
He's probably going to be in a lot of pain come morning, and Castiel wishes, not for the first time, that he could take it all away somehow. ]
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But y'know how to handle me.
[ which is probably another key to why all of this has happened the way it did, why they're here now after an especially interesting evening.
it's also why dean presses closer, just an inch, with a sigh. he doesn't offer anymore words after that, as it takes very little for the drugs cas had given him -- too much, by the way -- to send him to sleep.
sorry, cas. ]