He's silent for a long time, thinking so many of those things and saying nothing at all in response. Castiel lets Dean take what he wants from him, incredibly pliant beneath his mouth and hands. Normally, he's much more interactive, but there's something almost sweet about the attention Dean is giving him. Each bite and kiss and lick-- He doesn't want to let go of any of that. He wants to take it and keep it for himself.
Slowly, he blinks his eyes open with the softness, and the warmth that settles in his chest is abrupt and welcome both. A slight tilt of his head, lifting a hand to settle just below the bandage that'd been forgotten. ]
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i don't know what i would do if you weren't
... i can't do this without you
He's silent for a long time, thinking so many of those things and saying nothing at all in response. Castiel lets Dean take what he wants from him, incredibly pliant beneath his mouth and hands. Normally, he's much more interactive, but there's something almost sweet about the attention Dean is giving him. Each bite and kiss and lick-- He doesn't want to let go of any of that. He wants to take it and keep it for himself.
Slowly, he blinks his eyes open with the softness, and the warmth that settles in his chest is abrupt and welcome both. A slight tilt of his head, lifting a hand to settle just below the bandage that'd been forgotten. ]
Your arm. [ How is it? ]