[ Which is the entirely wrong thing to do, Castiel tightening his grip on Dean's forearm. ]
I know how to handle you - remember?
[ There's not even a hint of teasing in those words, rather serious despite the connotation they hold. What Dean had told him right before he'd passed out, of course, and Castiel had spent the entire night thinking about it in terms of just how true it was. He pulls him back in an effort to lead him closer to the table. A second passes, and he decides to be firm, using a rather familiar tone of voice. ]
Sit, and let me look at it. [ Don't argue with him. It'll only take a second. ]
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I know how to handle you - remember?
[ There's not even a hint of teasing in those words, rather serious despite the connotation they hold. What Dean had told him right before he'd passed out, of course, and Castiel had spent the entire night thinking about it in terms of just how true it was. He pulls him back in an effort to lead him closer to the table. A second passes, and he decides to be firm, using a rather familiar tone of voice. ]
Sit, and let me look at it. [ Don't argue with him. It'll only take a second. ]