You can't. [ don't brag, cas. almost as an aside - ] They're lovely.

[ wait. ]

Impressive. The most majestic set of ethereal wings I've seen attached to a human.

[ the only ones— shhhhh. with his eyeline past Dean's shoulder, it's clear Castiel's watching the wings and expressive twitches, with a small curve to his lips. he's like a newly minted little celestial not quite sure how to fly yet. castiel's certain this observation of dean's preciousness won't be well received, so he keeps that one to himself.

his fixation with dean's new wings hasn't passed yet, and cas paces around dean's side, hand on his shoulder to keep him from turning with him as he pauses at his back to get a better look. of course, cas likes to look with his hands, so a moment later, a palm rests in the space separating the wings, between dean's shoulder blades, over his spine, and sweeps downward, just bordering where the ethereal meets corporeal. not quite angelic, but close enough to be deeply intriguing. ]

Anything else I should be aware of that's outlawed in the car?

[ the unresolved sexual tension mobile. is 'in the car' going to be their code for sex now? ]