[ He'd been leaning in, eyes fixed on those perfect, lovely lips, wetting his own in anticipation when his hand is dropped and he's suddenly devoid of Castiel's heat.
Dean makes a whine of protest, the panic flaring in his eyes, and he automatically reaches for Cas' leg again, wrapping his fingers around fabric, needy, terrified. ]
Weapons? [ That hadn't been his ploy, Cas doesn't have a key so it doesn't do Dean any good to try poking for one in Castiel's oversized trench, to try and kill Castiel. In hindsight maybe he should've been after at least something he could use to pick the lock of his collar, but in the moment, in this hot headed, brain fogged moment, all Dean can think about is pretty pink lips and the absence of Castiel pressed against his body.
The phone falls from his fingers into his lap, the look on his face stricken, panic filled. ]
Cas, please don't leave me--
[ You keep leaving him and one day you're gonna leave and never come back and he's going to die in this fucking hole, stinking and alone and--
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Dean makes a whine of protest, the panic flaring in his eyes, and he automatically reaches for Cas' leg again, wrapping his fingers around fabric, needy, terrified. ]
Weapons? [ That hadn't been his ploy, Cas doesn't have a key so it doesn't do Dean any good to try poking for one in Castiel's oversized trench, to try and kill Castiel. In hindsight maybe he should've been after at least something he could use to pick the lock of his collar, but in the moment, in this hot headed, brain fogged moment, all Dean can think about is pretty pink lips and the absence of Castiel pressed against his body.
The phone falls from his fingers into his lap, the look on his face stricken, panic filled. ]
Cas, please don't leave me--
[ You keep leaving him and one day you're gonna leave and never come back and he's going to die in this fucking hole, stinking and alone and--
He can't help the sob that bubbles up. ]