[ He's made things awkward, because of course he has. It's something Castiel's come to accept. He'll never be anything but strange and uncomfortable in the confines of a human vessel, and the touch of his grace, to Dean, is equally uncomfortable and strange.
Maybe coming here was a mistake, Castiel thinks, taking Dean's distraction and breathlessness as signs of his discomfort. Castiel is on the verge of excusing himself again when he remembers that Dean had invited him, and more, already told him to stay. What else is there to do, then? How should this begin? For all his eagerness, Castiel is at a loss. It's gratifying for him just to be here, with Dean, on the same plane of existence.
But Dean wants more. He wants "dick pics." He looks down and digs his phone from his pocket. ]
I have my phone, if you're still... interested in continuing.
[ He holds up the phone, not casually, but like a weapon, or a shield. Do your thing, modern technology. Make up in emojis and memes for the social proficiency between human communications that Castiel so sorely lacks. ]
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Maybe coming here was a mistake, Castiel thinks, taking Dean's distraction and breathlessness as signs of his discomfort. Castiel is on the verge of excusing himself again when he remembers that Dean had invited him, and more, already told him to stay. What else is there to do, then? How should this begin? For all his eagerness, Castiel is at a loss. It's gratifying for him just to be here, with Dean, on the same plane of existence.
But Dean wants more. He wants "dick pics." He looks down and digs his phone from his pocket. ]
I have my phone, if you're still... interested in continuing.
[ He holds up the phone, not casually, but like a weapon, or a shield. Do your thing, modern technology. Make up in emojis and memes for the social proficiency between human communications that Castiel so sorely lacks. ]