[ He tacks on the word without a hint of modesty, reaffirming it with a gentle squeeze to his arm. There's a flutter of something strange at the added pressure of Dean's hand atop his, and not for the first time, Castiel craves the ability to ease his pain. To take that suffering and give him more than he's gotten in the past several years.
It's only a flicker of emotion across his face, and then, he's smiling at him where there's that smirk, head dropping a little in an attempt to hide it. ]
... thanks. [ For being here, for listening to him despite not really hearing. For letting him take care of him. Anything he can be grateful for. ]
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[ He tacks on the word without a hint of modesty, reaffirming it with a gentle squeeze to his arm. There's a flutter of something strange at the added pressure of Dean's hand atop his, and not for the first time, Castiel craves the ability to ease his pain. To take that suffering and give him more than he's gotten in the past several years.
It's only a flicker of emotion across his face, and then, he's smiling at him where there's that smirk, head dropping a little in an attempt to hide it. ]
... thanks. [ For being here, for listening to him despite not really hearing. For letting him take care of him. Anything he can be grateful for. ]