[ He knows when he stops breathing, holds his breath, and Castiel does as well, expecting to be shoved back, pushed away so there's all that space between them again. Yet, when Dean's hand comes up to the side of his neck, his pulse feels erratic, and it's like his head is swimming. He's touching those bruises, touching him, and surely he most know what that means. To give him that much trust--
It makes him nervous. ]
Because I know you. I know what you're capable of. [ Even now, he's never lost that faith in him. It's a solid declaration despite the way he continues to press forward a little. Dean's hand stops him, but they're already so close it doesn't seem like it matters. ] I...
This isn't better. I could never be better like this. [ Not after the things he's done. ]
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It makes him nervous. ]
Because I know you. I know what you're capable of. [ Even now, he's never lost that faith in him. It's a solid declaration despite the way he continues to press forward a little. Dean's hand stops him, but they're already so close it doesn't seem like it matters. ] I...
This isn't better. I could never be better like this. [ Not after the things he's done. ]