[ His smile is small, but there is no hesitation in his taking Dean's hand, almost lightly pressing with his own fingers before smoothing the other man's out gently. Just a careful inspection, really, and then, he's pushing a ring with a particular symbol on its face down his pinkie. It's small, originally belonging to a woman he should never have taken it from. But that is his business, wanting him to take it without any strings attached.
Castiel traces the lines of it for a second or two--only to make sure it's not too tight. ]
It's, uh... [ for someone with faith in nothing ] It should bring you luck.
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Castiel traces the lines of it for a second or two--only to make sure it's not too tight. ]
It's, uh... [ for someone with faith in nothing ] It should bring you luck.
[ He doesn't let go just yet. ]