[ dean isn't looking at cas really, is losing himself inside his own head with the thoughts that are bubbling up. he's changed, he must be worse-- he'd gotten sam killed after all, had tricked his brother and tortured lucifer. he'd been a monster before but now-- what is he now?
except then cas is right there, dean's breathing stopping once more as he feels the other man's nose bump against his. the words-- they're wrong, not what he was expecting to hear at all, if he's honest. and dean doesn't know what to do with them. he's quiet for a long time, and then finally moves his free hand, brings it up to the side of cas' neck, fingers light over where he knows bruises still mark his friend's skin. he holds his hand there, partly to keep cas from leaning closer, and partly as a silent thank you.
his voice is quiet, unsure, matching cas'. ]
...How can you say that.
[ he looks at him, really looks at him before offering up; ]
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Date: 2014-03-09 06:31 am (UTC)except then cas is right there, dean's breathing stopping once more as he feels the other man's nose bump against his. the words-- they're wrong, not what he was expecting to hear at all, if he's honest. and dean doesn't know what to do with them. he's quiet for a long time, and then finally moves his free hand, brings it up to the side of cas' neck, fingers light over where he knows bruises still mark his friend's skin. he holds his hand there, partly to keep cas from leaning closer, and partly as a silent thank you.
his voice is quiet, unsure, matching cas'. ]
...How can you say that.
[ he looks at him, really looks at him before offering up; ]
For the better.