[ There's probably a choice argument to be had about that, about free will and fate, about why Cas thinks they have to go back and how Dean would rather chew his own leg off than let that happen. ]
I'm sorry, too.
[ And he is - for overreacting, for being emotional after they'd just woken up, for being an ass and pushing Cas away, for making assumptions that likely weren't entirely correct. Not that they're both blameless, but neither is the solely guilty party, either. ]
Tell me again.
[ Because he needs to hear it, needs reassurance, needs Cas' hands on him, on his skin and on his soul. He drinks Cas' kisses down greedily, like sweet wine, his hands passing over Cas' back where he's got them up under the angels shirt, under the layers that are both familiar and somehow foreign, like they were a skin Cas had shed somewhere along the way. ]
I need -- to hear it, again.
[ Dean tips his hips against Cas', slotting them together and pressing right back against him, his need obvious in both his kisses and fervent, desperate touches, and the hardness of his cock inside his jeans. ]
went ahead and fixed it lmao
I'm sorry, too.
[ And he is - for overreacting, for being emotional after they'd just woken up, for being an ass and pushing Cas away, for making assumptions that likely weren't entirely correct. Not that they're both blameless, but neither is the solely guilty party, either. ]
Tell me again.
[ Because he needs to hear it, needs reassurance, needs Cas' hands on him, on his skin and on his soul. He drinks Cas' kisses down greedily, like sweet wine, his hands passing over Cas' back where he's got them up under the angels shirt, under the layers that are both familiar and somehow foreign, like they were a skin Cas had shed somewhere along the way. ]
I need -- to hear it, again.
[ Dean tips his hips against Cas', slotting them together and pressing right back against him, his need obvious in both his kisses and fervent, desperate touches, and the hardness of his cock inside his jeans. ]