[ dean's touch leaves sparks jumping over his skin, and even once he's pulled away, castiel can still feel the warmth of it lingering. normally he wouldn't care, normally it would mean nothing, but something about this man is making him.. foolish, like a smitten schoolboy. it's been a long time since he felt this way, since he ever felt immediately enamored with a single individual right off the bat, and it's.. a nice feeling, he supposes, but he thought he'd outgrown it, thought he'd never feel anything remotely like it again after..
well. he's getting ahead of himself. dean is good looking, and castiel has been lonely for awhile, and that's all there is to it. it's not going anywhere, it doesn't mean anything, he'll enjoy this while it lasts and it will burn off soon enough, and that's that.
he clears his throat. ]
Yes.. Sam is very passionate about it.
[ he says, dropping his hands to his sides again, and casting his gaze over the impala's engine for lack of anything better to look at that isn't dean winchester. ]
It's enjoyable. Most people aren't nearly so ardent about their work.
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well. he's getting ahead of himself. dean is good looking, and castiel has been lonely for awhile, and that's all there is to it. it's not going anywhere, it doesn't mean anything, he'll enjoy this while it lasts and it will burn off soon enough, and that's that.
he clears his throat. ]
Yes.. Sam is very passionate about it.
[ he says, dropping his hands to his sides again, and casting his gaze over the impala's engine for lack of anything better to look at that isn't dean winchester. ]
It's enjoyable. Most people aren't nearly so ardent about their work.