it would be a simple thing to conjure oil with his grace, easy and instant and he wouldn't even need to move. for a moment he thinks to do just that, and his hands flatten over dean's, his grace bunching inside of him, the air heady with that electric ozone scent of angel - but dean had looked toward the bedside table, and castiel cuts his idea off at the pass. dean gets funny sometimes, when they don't do things the human way, and for as long as they've known one another, as much as he knows dean trusts him (or hopes that he does, after all that's passed between them), doing things cas's way seems to make dean uncomfortable, often enough. castiel thinks it's silly, but he still respects him.
so instead he leans away, toward the nightstand where dean's eyes had flickered, and castiel tugs open the drawer to root through the contents, pushing aside a hunting knife and a paper receipt, finding the tube near the back, behind a box of shotgun shells. sitting back on dean's hips again, he turns the tube over in his hands, surveying it curiously. ]
This? [ he asks, already snapping open the cap, testing the cool gel against his fingers. ]
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it would be a simple thing to conjure oil with his grace, easy and instant and he wouldn't even need to move. for a moment he thinks to do just that, and his hands flatten over dean's, his grace bunching inside of him, the air heady with that electric ozone scent of angel - but dean had looked toward the bedside table, and castiel cuts his idea off at the pass. dean gets funny sometimes, when they don't do things the human way, and for as long as they've known one another, as much as he knows dean trusts him (or hopes that he does, after all that's passed between them), doing things cas's way seems to make dean uncomfortable, often enough. castiel thinks it's silly, but he still respects him.
so instead he leans away, toward the nightstand where dean's eyes had flickered, and castiel tugs open the drawer to root through the contents, pushing aside a hunting knife and a paper receipt, finding the tube near the back, behind a box of shotgun shells. sitting back on dean's hips again, he turns the tube over in his hands, surveying it curiously. ]
This? [ he asks, already snapping open the cap, testing the cool gel against his fingers. ]