[There's nothing hesitant in Cas's gaze or the way he reacts and he lets out a relieved breath, even gives him a slightly sheepish smile for putting so much concern where there obviously was none. Next time he has sex with a nearly-virgin angel, he's gonna remember to ask more questions first.
And it's easy to let Cas pin his hands to the bed, squeezes his own fingers around Cas'. Hand holding hasn't really ever done much for him. It's a way not to lose someone. It's a way to guide someone. Hell, sometimes it's a way to comfort someone, to immobilize them from doing something stupid, but this is none of the above, and he likes it. He's starting to think he likes anything that has to do with Cas' hands. They're so much softer than his own, but no less strong. Maybe that's the bottom line. For all the inexperience and curiosity and eagerness, Cas is so capable, so dependable, so strong. It's Dean that calls for his help more often than the opposite. So maybe. Maybe Cas can survive the curse that seems to settle on anyone that gets close to them. ...Even if he's died a couple times now.
He turns his head toward the night stand, thinks that's the last place he threw the lube. And since Cas doesn't seem to be letting him go anytime soon.]
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And it's easy to let Cas pin his hands to the bed, squeezes his own fingers around Cas'. Hand holding hasn't really ever done much for him. It's a way not to lose someone. It's a way to guide someone. Hell, sometimes it's a way to comfort someone, to immobilize them from doing something stupid, but this is none of the above, and he likes it. He's starting to think he likes anything that has to do with Cas' hands. They're so much softer than his own, but no less strong. Maybe that's the bottom line. For all the inexperience and curiosity and eagerness, Cas is so capable, so dependable, so strong. It's Dean that calls for his help more often than the opposite. So maybe. Maybe Cas can survive the curse that seems to settle on anyone that gets close to them. ...Even if he's died a couple times now.
He turns his head toward the night stand, thinks that's the last place he threw the lube. And since Cas doesn't seem to be letting him go anytime soon.]
Well, we're gonna need lube.