[ when dean pulls back, cas' arms just sink to his sides on the bed, boneless and lethargic. he feels like a stretched spring that's been released, no longer tensed but coiled up tight potential energy. he feels caught in that moment midflight when his wings give out, before he starts to plummet. hearing dean's weighted exhale at his side, he rolls his face on the pillow toward him. ]
[ runs his tongue over his buzzing mouth and tries, very hard, to read dean's mind without actually reading his mind. ]
no subject
[ runs his tongue over his buzzing mouth and tries, very hard, to read dean's mind without actually reading his mind. ]
Dean.