[ Dean's easily moved despite his stiff rigidity - Cas pulls and he goes, weak beyond measure to the angels whims, now moreso than ever before. He lets Cas touch him, rest his hands on Dean's stubbled cheeks, kiss the corner of his mouth. ]
Shouldn't what?
[ There's no resistance like he'd imagined; he'd pictured talking to Cas in the recent weeks, thought about how he should eventually confront him; this isn't at all how he expected it to go. Better or worse, he's not sure yet. ]
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Shouldn't what?
[ There's no resistance like he'd imagined; he'd pictured talking to Cas in the recent weeks, thought about how he should eventually confront him; this isn't at all how he expected it to go. Better or worse, he's not sure yet. ]