[ He immediately sags under the pressure of that hand, and there's a discomforting noise that leaves him when Dean presses down. It's simply a reaction, one Castiel has no real control over, but he's turning it over before he can think about it, his own arm up and reflexes trying to knock Dean's hold away. His other hand lashes out to grip the front of his clothes, curling tight.
There's a scowl across his face, somewhere very far away until he blinks Dean into focus. ]
What would I be throwing away? [ It's a breath, forcing himself to calm down. ] This is about you now - not Lucifer.
[ He'd thought they were done with that conversation. Even if he hadn't promised not to go asking, it doesn't mean he feels like pursuing an argument about it. His eyes flicker to the wound, up to Dean's face and focus briefly on his mouth. ]
Let me help you. [ That's all he feels he can do anymore. ]
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There's a scowl across his face, somewhere very far away until he blinks Dean into focus. ]
What would I be throwing away? [ It's a breath, forcing himself to calm down. ] This is about you now - not Lucifer.
[ He'd thought they were done with that conversation. Even if he hadn't promised not to go asking, it doesn't mean he feels like pursuing an argument about it. His eyes flicker to the wound, up to Dean's face and focus briefly on his mouth. ]
Let me help you. [ That's all he feels he can do anymore. ]