[ Cas might pull back but Dean doesn't let go, doesn't really even let Cas get that far; he stays in the angels space like their roles are reversed, too close, eyes too wide, too bright. He's aware he's acting like a lunatic, but he's been dreaming about the angel for months, for months and now here he is in the flesh and Dean's somehow supposed to be normal about all this. About the fact Cas was here, that they'd kissed, that they went on a mission and Dean came back alone, that he'd gone home right after and spent five years fucking around, being a dick to Cas and Cas being a dick back then losing him in Purgatory and coming back here and the angel was still gone-
Yeah, there's no being normal about it.
Dean clutches Cas' arms, his biceps, fingers digging in, body betraying him by showing emotions, wet eyes, cheeks flushing. ]
Cause, cause it's impossible. You don't know-
[ What he's been through.
It's enough that Dean's dragging Cas in again, screw it, screw everything, he doesn't give a shit anymore. ]
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Yeah, there's no being normal about it.
Dean clutches Cas' arms, his biceps, fingers digging in, body betraying him by showing emotions, wet eyes, cheeks flushing. ]
Cause, cause it's impossible. You don't know-
[ What he's been through.
It's enough that Dean's dragging Cas in again, screw it, screw everything, he doesn't give a shit anymore. ]