[ Yeah, that silence is telling, he figures. No harm. He's an angel, and Dean's - well. He's Dean. Not like he can blame the guy. At the very least he can trust him to not get all weird as shit hopefully, after this whole thing.
Of course everything gets tilted on its head when he realizes Cas is giving him that sort of too-intense look that means he's thinking about something and Dean opens his mouth to ask what, something on my face, but by the time he does Cas is already leaning in.
Christ, he's not a friggin' girl. He knows how this works and if that's not an answer enough, then he doesn't know what is. His hands are still damp from rinsing off, but he reaches one up and curls his hand in Cas' mess of dark hair and tilts his head, easing his mouth over Cas' a little more deliberately. The first time sucked. No need for this time to. ]
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Of course everything gets tilted on its head when he realizes Cas is giving him that sort of too-intense look that means he's thinking about something and Dean opens his mouth to ask what, something on my face, but by the time he does Cas is already leaning in.
Christ, he's not a friggin' girl. He knows how this works and if that's not an answer enough, then he doesn't know what is. His hands are still damp from rinsing off, but he reaches one up and curls his hand in Cas' mess of dark hair and tilts his head, easing his mouth over Cas' a little more deliberately. The first time sucked. No need for this time to. ]