[ dean's not a great talker. cas knows that. everyone knows that. it's impossible not to know that.
.. but it's been weeks now, and cas hasn't said a word. he's kept his distance, hasn't asked any of the questions that are churning in his gut and nagging at his seams, questions about home that he desperately needs closure with, things he's been in the dark about since the first moment he arrived here.
so he's been considerate. and honestly, if dean is too disturbed by it, he'll continue to be considerate, but he's got to try, and they trust one another; cas knows when he needs to push. he tangles his fingers loosely in his lap, and glances toward dean's profile with a hooded, measured stare. ]
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.. but it's been weeks now, and cas hasn't said a word. he's kept his distance, hasn't asked any of the questions that are churning in his gut and nagging at his seams, questions about home that he desperately needs closure with, things he's been in the dark about since the first moment he arrived here.
so he's been considerate. and honestly, if dean is too disturbed by it, he'll continue to be considerate, but he's got to try, and they trust one another; cas knows when he needs to push. he tangles his fingers loosely in his lap, and glances toward dean's profile with a hooded, measured stare. ]
Both. All of it.