[ Dean won't elaborate, not unless Cas pries it out of him. Even then, at most, Cas would get a watered down version to spare the trauma Dean had experienced. Dean isn't great at 'sharing' and emoting, especially not anymore.
He tips his head, watching Cas, letting him press on the scar. It aches a tad, in the way newly healed wounds do, but it isn't vicious or sharp like the raw wounds in his heart that will not mend. ]
So are you.
[ They're both alive, and there's something to be said for that, and it's all he can think about as he curls his fingers over Cas', covering them with his free hand. ]
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He tips his head, watching Cas, letting him press on the scar. It aches a tad, in the way newly healed wounds do, but it isn't vicious or sharp like the raw wounds in his heart that will not mend. ]
So are you.
[ They're both alive, and there's something to be said for that, and it's all he can think about as he curls his fingers over Cas', covering them with his free hand. ]