[ dean's being so proactive and it feels like all cas can manage is not to let his jellified limbs smack him in any delicate areas. he closes his eyes, lets the colors swim behind his eyelids for just a moment longer. then he follows suit in reaching down to right his clothing, lying with his weight on one shoulder as he lifts his hips to tug up his pants. there's kind of a mess to contend with, damp on his abdomen and his shirt. but with the lack of a bath in the room, or time to do any laundering, he opts for the lazymojo approach to cleaning himself up.
then it strikes him that dean's hand probably isn't much better off, so he reaches for it, only remembering once his fingers have touched forearm that he might need to ask first. boundaries. ]
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lazymojo approach to cleaning himself up.then it strikes him that dean's hand probably isn't much better off, so he reaches for it, only remembering once his fingers have touched forearm that he might need to ask first. boundaries. ]
I can, if you'd like--