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[ Dean absently reaches to rest a hand on Cas' good shoulder, touch light, palm flat on his chest. Stop moving so much.
Dean's heart is jumping all around in his chest, no matter how calm he sounds. This has been the worst day ever. ]
Tall guy. Looks kinda like he sucked on a lemon. Black. Talk to me Cas, do I need to get us outta here?