[ not that cas is really one to talk, worrier that he is, but he likes to think that there is a healthy medium, a sound place somewhere in the middle where one can worry enough to be effective while also not driving themselves (and their friends) out of their minds. dean lingers on things, cas knows it, he's always been that way, long before the apocalypse, likely long before cas even knew him, but there's a difference between holding loosely onto some regrets, and beating a dead horse until it's a bloody heap.
but he won't lecture dean. not really. never really would. he can only plant seeds and nurture them, hope they take root, and if they don't, he tries again.
for now, though, cas just yawns and stretches his arms out ahead of him until his spine gives a satisfying pop, before he's unfolding himself to rise up to his feet again, but not before smiling warm and patting dean's knuckles where they linger on his shoulder. ]
Anyway, I'm beat. I'll leave you to uh, settle in.
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[ not that cas is really one to talk, worrier that he is, but he likes to think that there is a healthy medium, a sound place somewhere in the middle where one can worry enough to be effective while also not driving themselves (and their friends) out of their minds. dean lingers on things, cas knows it, he's always been that way, long before the apocalypse, likely long before cas even knew him, but there's a difference between holding loosely onto some regrets, and beating a dead horse until it's a bloody heap.
but he won't lecture dean. not really. never really would. he can only plant seeds and nurture them, hope they take root, and if they don't, he tries again.
for now, though, cas just yawns and stretches his arms out ahead of him until his spine gives a satisfying pop, before he's unfolding himself to rise up to his feet again, but not before smiling warm and patting dean's knuckles where they linger on his shoulder. ]
Anyway, I'm beat. I'll leave you to uh, settle in.