[ Dean won't deny it feels nice. His hands are battered and aching, a lot like the rest of his body. He's been in bar fights, thrown through walls, shot (more times than just Cas' bullets), punched, kicked, nearly run over, jumped out of moving vehicles...
His body is a wreck. It's a chiropractor's wet dream or worst nightmare, hard to say.
Dean takes the washcloth from Castiel, grateful but so unwilling to show it because he knows, he knows it's a manipulation technique.
He can't help the little moan as he scrubs at his face, though. Feels amazing. ]
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His body is a wreck. It's a chiropractor's wet dream or worst nightmare, hard to say.
Dean takes the washcloth from Castiel, grateful but so unwilling to show it because he knows, he knows it's a manipulation technique.
He can't help the little moan as he scrubs at his face, though. Feels amazing. ]
Then why are you? [ Guilt, maybe. ]