[ At first, Dean interprets that statement in precisely the wrong way Castiel assumed he would, and the answer is quickly snapped. His face flushes, embarrassment and irritation rising until it's quelled by Cas' sensual purr, the way he asks permission to touch Dean.
As if Castiel, of all creatures, needs Dean's permission. He lifted Dean from hell, brought him back to that unmarked grave (though frankly, Dean still thinks it would have been considerate of Cas to have put him on top of the grave, instead of leaving him to face most of humanities biggest fear of being buried alive, clawing his way out of a pine box), branded in shoulder so deeply the mark remains. If there is anyone who is allowed to touch Dean Winchester without needing permission to do so, it's his angel.
Still. The consideration, the confession and question, it makes his heart thump in his chest, a steady drumbeat.
The smile reaches his eyes, lips curved up though his cheeks grow pinker and pinker, lashes brushing his cheeks as his gaze drops in what's almost shyness. ]
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[ At first, Dean interprets that statement in precisely the wrong way Castiel assumed he would, and the answer is quickly snapped. His face flushes, embarrassment and irritation rising until it's quelled by Cas' sensual purr, the way he asks permission to touch Dean.
As if Castiel, of all creatures, needs Dean's permission. He lifted Dean from hell, brought him back to that unmarked grave (though frankly, Dean still thinks it would have been considerate of Cas to have put him on top of the grave, instead of leaving him to face most of humanities biggest fear of being buried alive, clawing his way out of a pine box), branded in shoulder so deeply the mark remains. If there is anyone who is allowed to touch Dean Winchester without needing permission to do so, it's his angel.
Still. The consideration, the confession and question, it makes his heart thump in his chest, a steady drumbeat.
The smile reaches his eyes, lips curved up though his cheeks grow pinker and pinker, lashes brushing his cheeks as his gaze drops in what's almost shyness. ]
Yeah. Hell yeah, you can touch me.