[ Obviously the endearment is facetious, but Castiel takes a strange sort of pride in hearing it, anyway. Or maybe that's just Dean's neck kisses that he's enjoying. Both, most likely. His hands push up under Dean's shirt at the back to feel warm skin under his palms, an echo to the shapes he's tracing with liquid grace. ]
Ah—
[ The question is a bit of a downer, though. Castiel briefly considers asking something else, but curiosity is a bitch. Ultimately, the original thought wins out, and he asks, noticeably quiet, hands slowing a bit in their exploration of Dean's skin. ]
You keep asking if I'm "reverting." Did you prefer... Was I better, that way?
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Ah—
[ The question is a bit of a downer, though. Castiel briefly considers asking something else, but curiosity is a bitch. Ultimately, the original thought wins out, and he asks, noticeably quiet, hands slowing a bit in their exploration of Dean's skin. ]
You keep asking if I'm "reverting." Did you prefer... Was I better, that way?