[ The door is shut and locked behind him, because there's something about the way Cas is sitting on that bed without his trench and black jacket, looking smaller than usual that has Dean eyeing him appreciatively, gaze tracing over his form, memorizing the moment. ]
You did?
[ That distracts him from the thoughts in his head, the ones he's having about pushing Cas back and tearing his nice clothes off and ravaging him in their bed. He'd take his time with it once he got them naked, but his fingers were already flexing to pop buttons when the glittery lure is held out in front of him. ]
You didn't have to get me anything.
[ But he's coming in anyway, a magpie drawn to something shiny, sitting on the bed in front of him, drawing his legs up as he takes the box. ]
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You did?
[ That distracts him from the thoughts in his head, the ones he's having about pushing Cas back and tearing his nice clothes off and ravaging him in their bed. He'd take his time with it once he got them naked, but his fingers were already flexing to pop buttons when the glittery lure is held out in front of him. ]
You didn't have to get me anything.
[ But he's coming in anyway, a magpie drawn to something shiny, sitting on the bed in front of him, drawing his legs up as he takes the box. ]