[ dean remains quiet as castiel works, only watching. those long, lean fingers work with firmness and certainty of someone who has done with many times before. it's efficient, and dean can't help the quiet, thankful burst of warmth he feels somewhere inside of him.
once done, once those fingers settle on him, dean cracks something of a smirk at cas as his hand comes to cover the one on his arm. ]
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once done, once those fingers settle on him, dean cracks something of a smirk at cas as his hand comes to cover the one on his arm. ]
Maybe someday.
[ careful doesn't get anything done though. ]