[Cas could have chalked up his first few missteps as merely being out of touch with his life at home, but now being so close to him he knows better. He doesn't let Dean go, and runs his palm soothingly up the bulbs of Dean's spine to the hair at the nape of his neck he'd always longed to touch.]
I'm glad you're here, but what's the matter?
[He couldn't deny himself the question any longer, because the Dean he knew wouldn't have collapsed into him like this. They lived years before he'd even so much as hug him like this.]
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I'm glad you're here, but what's the matter?
[He couldn't deny himself the question any longer, because the Dean he knew wouldn't have collapsed into him like this. They lived years before he'd even so much as hug him like this.]