[ That's... It just makes sense, what Dean says, that Castiel would be the only one Dean would trust if that kind of situation came to rise. Not that it would. The situation of Castiel tugging Dean forward by a leach and collar would never happen, and should never happen because it's indecent and inhumane, and obviously this is just some kind of joke. It's funny, Castiel decides, and chuckles in a way that comes out more breathlessly halfhearted than he intends. He swallows right after. ]
You have a fever.
[ Castiel corrects, and maybe Dean's right and he should move away, force Dean to drink more, put some cooler air between him, because Dean does feel very warm against him, and Castiel is feeling like a lit fire himself now, despite his best intentions to remain some normal level of unaffected by Dean's proximity. But Dean only covers his hand, lightly in a way that makes Castiel shiver, possibly visibly, and his mind races, but he can't figure out why Dean is doing this, what's it's leading to, what he's intending. Does he think Castiel has another key on him? A weapon? It's the only explanation Castiel can come up with for why Dean is... Is acting like this, unless the fever has gone to his brain, and maybe Dean is dying.
It's a chilling thought, and manages to sober Castiel slightly, at least. He stiffens up and leans slightly away from the weight of Dean's head on his shoulder, though he keeps his hand in Dean's as if it belongs to him. He ignores the question. ]
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You have a fever.
[ Castiel corrects, and maybe Dean's right and he should move away, force Dean to drink more, put some cooler air between him, because Dean does feel very warm against him, and Castiel is feeling like a lit fire himself now, despite his best intentions to remain some normal level of unaffected by Dean's proximity. But Dean only covers his hand, lightly in a way that makes Castiel shiver, possibly visibly, and his mind races, but he can't figure out why Dean is doing this, what's it's leading to, what he's intending. Does he think Castiel has another key on him? A weapon? It's the only explanation Castiel can come up with for why Dean is... Is acting like this, unless the fever has gone to his brain, and maybe Dean is dying.
It's a chilling thought, and manages to sober Castiel slightly, at least. He stiffens up and leans slightly away from the weight of Dean's head on his shoulder, though he keeps his hand in Dean's as if it belongs to him. He ignores the question. ]
What are you doing?