[ A divination spell? Cas's lips push up and he hums thoughtfully at the idea. He does have magic blood he should try to put to use some time. If it means tracking down Sam's soul and fixing what is arguably his own mistake from another world, then surely the pollution to this one would be for a good cause...
Dean moves closer and even if Cas's mind wasn't already clouded with sweet smoke, he'd be thoroughly distracted away from spells all the same, just from the intoxication that is Dean Winchester's presence. Dean squeezes his thigh, says something painfully sweet, and Cas falls as thoroughly as he does ever time. ]
As if you could get rid of me if you tried.
[ This time, specifically, he falls just enough to drape his arms (the joint in his hand carefully held aloft) around Dean's neck to coax him closer, towards standing between his thighs. ]
Broken or soulless... whatever I am has always belonged to you.
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Dean moves closer and even if Cas's mind wasn't already clouded with sweet smoke, he'd be thoroughly distracted away from spells all the same, just from the intoxication that is Dean Winchester's presence. Dean squeezes his thigh, says something painfully sweet, and Cas falls as thoroughly as he does ever time. ]
As if you could get rid of me if you tried.
[ This time, specifically, he falls just enough to drape his arms (the joint in his hand carefully held aloft) around Dean's neck to coax him closer, towards standing between his thighs. ]
Broken or soulless... whatever I am has always belonged to you.