[ The first thing Castiel does, after wrapping the mala around his wrist and thumbing through the beads with practiced, rhythmic motion, is play the mixtape on the bedroom's stereo. He smiles to hear it isn't just Led Zeppelin IV in consecutive order, but actually Dean's favorite tracks. That knowledge is precious, and Castiel savors it with every transition to the next song.
No doubt Dean has many people to gift things to, and so Castiel waits where he knows Dean will inevitably return: in bed. He sits on the edge, dressed down in just a white dress shirt and black slacks, counting the beads wrapped around his wrist to the rhythm of Robert Plant's crooning. The little effigy of Dean also sits patiently on the bedside table, though the note's been removed. ]
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No doubt Dean has many people to gift things to, and so Castiel waits where he knows Dean will inevitably return: in bed. He sits on the edge, dressed down in just a white dress shirt and black slacks, counting the beads wrapped around his wrist to the rhythm of Robert Plant's crooning. The little effigy of Dean also sits patiently on the bedside table, though the note's been removed. ]