( a soft, sleepy sort of smile pulls at his face in way of response, which ultimately says more than dean's capable of at the moment (don't go, i need you here). he crashes onto the mattress, unsurprised that cas hasn't left him to his privacy. dean wouldn't exactly ask him to; he's too stubborn for that, even now, after everything they've been through — or, a version of them, anyway.
maybe this cas won't have the chance to catch up (not that dean's giving up on finding a way out of here), but it doesn't change the warm thing that sits in his chest, burrowed behind his ribcage, lighting him up from the inside in a way alcohol never has. he's acutely aware of it even in this state, when he looks over to cas sitting by the bed and feels safe. )
You ain't gonna sit there all night, are ya?
( it's always the opposite thing that comes out of his mouth. but he can only hope cas knows him well enough to understand that. )
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maybe this cas won't have the chance to catch up (not that dean's giving up on finding a way out of here), but it doesn't change the warm thing that sits in his chest, burrowed behind his ribcage, lighting him up from the inside in a way alcohol never has. he's acutely aware of it even in this state, when he looks over to cas sitting by the bed and feels safe. )
You ain't gonna sit there all night, are ya?
( it's always the opposite thing that comes out of his mouth. but he can only hope cas knows him well enough to understand that. )