[ castiel steps away, and dean feels the beginning of something cold shooting up his spine, something fragile and hidden begin to crack. but it never gets the chance to, never breaks because next thing dean knows, cas is pressed right against him, all warmth and comfort, the scent of him, the feel of him all there suddenly. all along with his arms crushing around him, so tightly, a hug--
dean's sucked in a sharp breath, surprise and shock in the sound of it as he tenses up.
you're not alone.
he feels cas' breath on his neck, the line of his nose, the shape of his mouth. it takes a minute, two, until he finally relaxes some. his own arms come around cas too, despite the pain shooting up one, hands at castiel's hips, then sliding to the small of his back. hugs are few and far between, but this is... it's nice, so much nicer than he could have imagined.
he wants cas there. he doesn't want to be alone, not because of their mission, never because of that.
cas has been sent to his death once, already. dean won't let that happen again. ]
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dean's sucked in a sharp breath, surprise and shock in the sound of it as he tenses up.
you're not alone.
he feels cas' breath on his neck, the line of his nose, the shape of his mouth. it takes a minute, two, until he finally relaxes some. his own arms come around cas too, despite the pain shooting up one, hands at castiel's hips, then sliding to the small of his back. hugs are few and far between, but this is... it's nice, so much nicer than he could have imagined.
he wants cas there. he doesn't want to be alone, not because of their mission, never because of that.
cas has been sent to his death once, already. dean won't let that happen again. ]