[ cas isn't sure how dean's going to react, if he's going to shrug away or lean into it hungrily, though considering dean came to him, considering how desperate he is, cas is expecting the latter. that dean's here at all, trying, means he's hurting badly, means he needs this; still, cas breathes a slow, shaky inhale when it's reciprocated, nonetheless.
dean clings so tight that it's heartbreaking, and cas's expression crumples a little, his brows drawing tightly together, arms grasping harder as if to reinforce that he's here, that even if it feels like they're still separated somehow, cas isn't going anywhere. he's never going anywhere. ]
What is it you want, then?
[ forward honesty doesn't always work with dean, but sometimes it does, and it's all he's got right now, all he can manage, because dancing around the subject isn't going to be helpful for either of them.
cas pulls back a little, but keeps a hand clasped to dean's shoulder anyway, and he knocks their foreheads together with a soft, slanted smile. ]
no subject
dean clings so tight that it's heartbreaking, and cas's expression crumples a little, his brows drawing tightly together, arms grasping harder as if to reinforce that he's here, that even if it feels like they're still separated somehow, cas isn't going anywhere. he's never going anywhere. ]
What is it you want, then?
[ forward honesty doesn't always work with dean, but sometimes it does, and it's all he's got right now, all he can manage, because dancing around the subject isn't going to be helpful for either of them.
cas pulls back a little, but keeps a hand clasped to dean's shoulder anyway, and he knocks their foreheads together with a soft, slanted smile. ]
I missed your stupid ass, you know.