[ That's incredibly rude, actually, Dean. ...Admittedly, Harut was on the creepy side, but Muriel is lovely, and Castiel is very fond of her.
Of course, from Dean's perspective, everyone in Castiel's family is creepy in some respect. Dean has made that clear. Even Castiel himself he'd called "brainwashed" and a "blowhard about God," which makes it all the more striking when Dean grabs for his hand, and leans into him, and asks him not to leave. Castiel flushes warm, despite himself. His heart hammers loudly in his chest, and he's momentarily struck speechless. He should go, for many reasons. Mainly, he should go because Dean needs real medical treatment, and clean clothing, and fresh water. But Dean asks him to stay, and it's so very different from the Dean that Castiel has come to know in their brief time together that he can't find the strength to deny Dean's request. ]
Of course. I'll stay as long as you'd like.
[ Stiffly, awkwardly, Castiel leans down and sits against the wall beside Dean again, shoulder to shoulder, and though he takes his hand from Dean's forehead in the process, he slips his palm against Dean's wrist on the way down, and twines their fingers, and looks at the far wall, after, with their hands still linked down between them, hidden from the door by the rise of his knee as some kind of privacy for Dean, in case someone were to walk in unannounced, which Castiel isn't expecting, though it isn't entirely out of the question, he supposes. He's also entirely expecting Dean to pull his hand away, or maybe make some attempt to kill him, but Castiel feels obligated to try to comfort Dean, all the same, however poor he may be at it.
After he remembers to breathe, still awkwardly, Castiel tilts his head and raises his voice in an attempt at levity. ]
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Of course, from Dean's perspective, everyone in Castiel's family is creepy in some respect. Dean has made that clear. Even Castiel himself he'd called "brainwashed" and a "blowhard about God," which makes it all the more striking when Dean grabs for his hand, and leans into him, and asks him not to leave. Castiel flushes warm, despite himself. His heart hammers loudly in his chest, and he's momentarily struck speechless. He should go, for many reasons. Mainly, he should go because Dean needs real medical treatment, and clean clothing, and fresh water. But Dean asks him to stay, and it's so very different from the Dean that Castiel has come to know in their brief time together that he can't find the strength to deny Dean's request. ]
Of course. I'll stay as long as you'd like.
[ Stiffly, awkwardly, Castiel leans down and sits against the wall beside Dean again, shoulder to shoulder, and though he takes his hand from Dean's forehead in the process, he slips his palm against Dean's wrist on the way down, and twines their fingers, and looks at the far wall, after, with their hands still linked down between them, hidden from the door by the rise of his knee as some kind of privacy for Dean, in case someone were to walk in unannounced, which Castiel isn't expecting, though it isn't entirely out of the question, he supposes. He's also entirely expecting Dean to pull his hand away, or maybe make some attempt to kill him, but Castiel feels obligated to try to comfort Dean, all the same, however poor he may be at it.
After he remembers to breathe, still awkwardly, Castiel tilts his head and raises his voice in an attempt at levity. ]
I'd rather not pee in the bucket, though.