Sometimes looking back at Cas is like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. So often Dean has wanted it to go off, no matter the damage, no matter the risk. But Cas isn’t a weapon, not anymore. He wields his body carefully, comfortably, keeps his finger off the trigger.
Dean doesn’t know what would happen if Cas wasn’t so careful. Sometimes he catches himself wanting to. Times like now, he wants to know so badly that he has to tear his eyes away.
how we're stuck in entropy ch 3














