[ It's an unfortunate circumstance Dean has found himself in, even beyond the, uh, toilet situation. Even more unfortunate is that everything Castiel can do to help ease Dean's situation involves leaving the room, which Dean seems reluctant to allow. Castiel can't blame him. After all, Dean has been almost entirely alone in the literal dark with no human contact for days already. Eventually Castiel will have to leave, to help Dean in more literal ways, but for now, he settles himself with helping in a less tangible way.
The clutch of Dean's hand in his and even the glassy look to his dark eyes has Castiel's heart beating shamefully quickly, and he tells himself it's nothing personal, that it's just human contact and the satisfaction that comes with helping someone, but even to himself, the words feel like a lie. Castiel looks at the far wall and tries to not imagine Dean's smirk there, but the press of their shoulders and their linked fingers is a constant reminder. Castiel's voice is rough, the way it gets when he speaks quietly, as the dark seems to necessitate. ]
Maybe if they keep refusing to give me the key to your collar, they'll let me take you out on a leash.
[ That came out wrong. Or rather, it came out exactly as intended, but the wrongness seeps in after, along with the poor reception to his earlier joke, so Castiel feels the need to look at Dean, a bit sheepishly, and clarify. ]
I'm kidding. We don't... walk people around on leashes.
[ Why is he the way that he. Dean would really be having a much better conversation with Uriel, if he were here instead. ]
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[ It's an unfortunate circumstance Dean has found himself in, even beyond the, uh, toilet situation. Even more unfortunate is that everything Castiel can do to help ease Dean's situation involves leaving the room, which Dean seems reluctant to allow. Castiel can't blame him. After all, Dean has been almost entirely alone in the literal dark with no human contact for days already. Eventually Castiel will have to leave, to help Dean in more literal ways, but for now, he settles himself with helping in a less tangible way.
The clutch of Dean's hand in his and even the glassy look to his dark eyes has Castiel's heart beating shamefully quickly, and he tells himself it's nothing personal, that it's just human contact and the satisfaction that comes with helping someone, but even to himself, the words feel like a lie. Castiel looks at the far wall and tries to not imagine Dean's smirk there, but the press of their shoulders and their linked fingers is a constant reminder. Castiel's voice is rough, the way it gets when he speaks quietly, as the dark seems to necessitate. ]
Maybe if they keep refusing to give me the key to your collar, they'll let me take you out on a leash.
[ That came out wrong. Or rather, it came out exactly as intended, but the wrongness seeps in after, along with the poor reception to his earlier joke, so Castiel feels the need to look at Dean, a bit sheepishly, and clarify. ]
I'm kidding. We don't... walk people around on leashes.
[ Why is he the way that he. Dean would really be having a much better conversation with Uriel, if he were here instead. ]