( His mildly flat expression communicates clearly that they both know it's the only set of wings the dude's ever seen on a human, and frankly it's easier for him to focus on that part than the part about them being lovely or whatever. He doesn't feel any particular kind of pride about that like some people might -- he can't freakin' see them -- if anything, it might make him just a little self-conscious. Cas looking at them and complimenting them hits like a softcore version of whenever he talks about seeing Dean's soul. It's slightly less intense, but still a little intense.
Couple that with Cas getting handsy again, and the lump's forming itself back in Dean's throat again. It's just his shoulder, it's just his back, it's nothing Cas hasn't had a hand on a hundred times before.
It's different, and though he stays obediently still his jaw tucks and turns in Cas's direction a few inches to better watch his profile. )
I'll write you a list.
( It would sound more effectively dry if his voice didn't get a little quieter, a little lower.
While they're on the subject: )
It's not just wings.
( Not the car thing, he's jumped tracks a little. Shifted gears toward his whole thing in general, since Cas seems keen on studying his business. Plus, he's suddenly curious as hell about the reaction he'll get when he does it -- moves back just a few inches, not to pull away but rather to reach up and press two fingers to Castiel's forehead.
Blue glowing chest. Gentle rush of pure energy. Near-invisible shimmer in the air. Hashtag blessed, enjoy your stab-free 8 hours. )
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Couple that with Cas getting handsy again, and the lump's forming itself back in Dean's throat again. It's just his shoulder, it's just his back, it's nothing Cas hasn't had a hand on a hundred times before.
It's different, and though he stays obediently still his jaw tucks and turns in Cas's direction a few inches to better watch his profile. )
I'll write you a list.
( It would sound more effectively dry if his voice didn't get a little quieter, a little lower.
While they're on the subject: )
It's not just wings.
( Not the car thing, he's jumped tracks a little. Shifted gears toward his whole thing in general, since Cas seems keen on studying his business. Plus, he's suddenly curious as hell about the reaction he'll get when he does it -- moves back just a few inches, not to pull away but rather to reach up and press two fingers to Castiel's forehead.
Blue glowing chest. Gentle rush of pure energy. Near-invisible shimmer in the air. Hashtag blessed, enjoy your stab-free 8 hours. )