[ When Dean pushes to sit up, Castiel tenses, and his hands come up immediately to Dean's elbows to make sure that he's steady, in case he plans to stand up and storm out. Luckily, he does just the opposite by climbing into Castiel's lap, and the thrill of heat Cas feels is wonderfully involuntary, just from the weight of Dean's thighs and his undivided attention. There are suddenly much more enjoyable activities Cas would rather be doing than having a conversation about his poorly timed identity crisis. His hands rest possessively on Dean's hips, his confidence found there, even if he can't yet bring himself to meet Dean's eyes. ]

Thank you, Dean. But... you're right. This is something that I need to figure out for myself.

[ Hopefully Dean's assuaged well enough to drop the subject, but if not... Well, then Castiel looks forward to further convincing him. He starts by tugging Dean by his hips a bit more firmly against his lap, and he tilts his face up to kiss under Dean's jaw, mirroring the attention he so enjoyed receiving before. ]

If there is one thing I'm sure of, though, it's how thoroughly I'm in love with you.