[ He's almost so distracted that he doesn't notice Dean hasn't left. It's to be expected in most situations anyway, being left to his own devices. But there's still that unbreakable presence there with him, and he lifts his eyes, the slowest sort of movement as he takes in that offered hand. He could refuse it, push him away. It's such a contradictory thought to the one he'd literally had a second ago.
Castiel hesitates, and then, reaches up to take it. ]
Who's going to look at it - you?
[ It hurts to speak, but he gives him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it's how they'd taken care of things before, when they'd first faced the apocalypse--taking care of each other. Binding wounds, making sure the other was ready to move just in case. He doesn't know what's happening between them.
But he's certainly not going to make it easy for Dean. There's a pointed look, silence prominent. Daring. ]
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Date: 2014-02-25 10:47 pm (UTC)Castiel hesitates, and then, reaches up to take it. ]
Who's going to look at it - you?
[ It hurts to speak, but he gives him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, it's how they'd taken care of things before, when they'd first faced the apocalypse--taking care of each other. Binding wounds, making sure the other was ready to move just in case. He doesn't know what's happening between them.
But he's certainly not going to make it easy for Dean. There's a pointed look, silence prominent. Daring. ]