[ Maybe he likes the attention a little too much, almost reluctant to release his hand, but he does. This isn't what they do--not anymore. Castiel drops his own hands, one lifting to rub at the back of his neck before sliding into a pocket. ]

It's also for... protection. [ Who's to say he's actually wrong about that. ] I think we need all we can get in a place like this.

[ Awkward now, he just stands there. ]

And for you to remember you are not alone.