“No, I KNOW you’ll always be that guy. That’s- That’s why I said what I said. I meant that I ought to cut you some slack for cursing, instead of perpetually holding you up to the image of… well, having grace.” Slowly, he reached up, giving Cas a little scritch on the head. His hair seemed to actually grow without the extent of his powers, and it made for a good spot to recharge calloused trigger-fingers.
“Hey. You put that five back up here where it belongs—” Unapologetically, the hunter replaced his old friend’s hand upon his shoulder. Dean had much to say to him, but he needed almost as much time to iron out the kinks in what would doubtless be a guarded soliloquy.
“I hope you’ll at least consider following me to paradise, too…” Then, briefly affecting Cas’ voice, “given the chance.” And another modest knead to the angel’s scalp.
the thought of why his grace was gone hit him. he didn’t much care for being mortal, if he was being honest. things hurt, sometimes both mentally and physically. when he had broke his ankle, he thought he was dying!
as cas’ hand was replaced on dean’s shoulder, he gave another soft squeeze and a smile to the hunter, eyes locked on his now. there were words that dean wasn’t saying, cas was quite sure (though he still doubted himself sometimes), but as always, he would not push dean.
at the way dean mocked his voice, cas had to chuckle and nod. “i’ll follow you anywhere, dean winchester. paradise included,” he promised, eyes still locked on those beautiful emerald ones. as much as cas liked the color blue, the exact shade of dean’s eyes was actually his favorite of all colors. finally, his eyes closed at the feel of dean’s fingers buried in the curls atop his head and he hummed softly, letting out a soft sigh.
