I mean it. I'd let you. Only you, though. Nobody else. [ None of Castiel's freaky family would get close unless they clubbed Dean over the head and dragged him out by his hair.
Which may yet happen, who knows. ]
You make me warm. [ He gropes to rest his other hand on top of their clasped ones, fingers light, teasing at the soft skin on the underside of his wrist. Cas is warm and clean, here with Dean, a presence that's real and not of his own imagining. He doesn't want to let go. ]
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Which may yet happen, who knows. ]
You make me warm. [ He gropes to rest his other hand on top of their clasped ones, fingers light, teasing at the soft skin on the underside of his wrist. Cas is warm and clean, here with Dean, a presence that's real and not of his own imagining. He doesn't want to let go. ]
Wanna know what I'm thinking about?