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[ He returns the look with one of his own, not having much energy to argue this time. Castiel shouldn't bother with this anymore. He should decline the offer, turn away and walk up the steps. It'd be easier to walk out the building, but that means maneuvering around Dean. Risking the chance he might brush shoulders with him as he's leaving.

There's a long pause as he considers his options.

A breath, and his lips begin to hurt from where he presses them so tightly together.

Without a word, fingers slightly curled into fists, Castiel steps closer to Dean and inclines his head so the other man can inspect the damage. He can feel it, knows it hurts and is going to for quite some time. It's always a tender point for him when it comes to healing. Sometimes, he thinks it's ridiculously slow. But there he waits, throat exposed to the very person who had put those forming bruises there. ]

[ dean waits for cas to simply storm off. but when that doesn't happen, and the other man instead steps closer, he releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. at the exposed neck, dean studies it closely; he's seen enough of similar things, has inflicted this on others before, too. usually to the point of death. but here, his grip is bruising into skin, tender and sore looking...

there isn't a whole lot to be done about it, since he can offer no magical healing.

fingers graze slightly over one especially dark patch, and then he's withdrawing his hand and stepping back. ]

Unless you know someone with healing abilities, only ice will help with numbing and the swelling.

[ i'm sorry. ]

[ Castiel isn't going to walk away from him again. Not like that.

So, he bears the look and the soft touch with only the slightest grit of teeth, swallowing around the flare of pain and instead focusing on the fact Dean isn't being helpful at all. He'd known he wouldn't have been, not with the way things are here, and it's aggravating to find himself slipping into that trusting role once more. Believe Dean and world will right itself? Hardly. ]

All of which we lack. [ Because he is not asking his other self for help again. ] It doesn't matter.

[ And only then does he lift his eyes up to meet green, silently asking if they're done here. ]

[ dean watches the other man carefully for a beat, and then sighs. he can't do anything here and he knows castiel isn't about to ask help from certain people. all of which is fine with him, so he nods some moments later. ]

Right.

[ in that case, they're done and cas is free to go since dean isn't about offer a verbal apology. ]

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