[ There's a rush of adrenaline Dean feels at Cas's warning, but it's not fear. He's not scared of dying. Not anymore. He pulls Cas's caught hand up to rest on his shoulder and does the same with the other quick after, pulling Cas in by his hips and holding him close, kissing the tearstains on Cas's cheek as he smiles. ]
Won't be the first time.
[ Death might not scare Dean anymore, but The Empty should, shouldn't it? He's never seen it, never fought it. Never been to that place that Cas's described as nothingness, run by some narcoleptic cosmic entity that's stronger than God. He's not scared, though. Living without Cas, then dying in some barn on a vamp hunt gone wrong, leaving Sam to clean up the mess he left, and ending up someplace new without Cas all over again? That scares the hell out of him. He wraps his arms tighter around Cas's waist, holding on. No getting shoved away this time. ]
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Won't be the first time.
[ Death might not scare Dean anymore, but The Empty should, shouldn't it? He's never seen it, never fought it. Never been to that place that Cas's described as nothingness, run by some narcoleptic cosmic entity that's stronger than God. He's not scared, though. Living without Cas, then dying in some barn on a vamp hunt gone wrong, leaving Sam to clean up the mess he left, and ending up someplace new without Cas all over again? That scares the hell out of him. He wraps his arms tighter around Cas's waist, holding on. No getting shoved away this time. ]