[It's what he needed, and hadn't voiced. Skin to skin contact, the dense feeling of Dean there with him real, solid, and whole. Castiel crumbles into him, his arms find their usual home at the wings of his back, the slope of his spine. Dean still smells the way he remembers, cedar with a hint of whiskey, and gun oil.
He's there, and whatever dimensional fabric brought them both together again was solid enough to give him the closure he'd been needing since he'd given himself to the nothingness. The limp in his throat is replaced with elation, and aware of Dean and how he feels about lingering embraces like this one- always aware of Dean he pulls away from the hug, his palms still somewhere close his blue eyes thoughtful.]
I missed you. [Alongside love, came loneliness, and after everything and its totality he had Jack, but not the person that mattered most. Everything always felt unfinished because of that, a constant mournful sense of incompletion.]
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Date: 2022-02-12 09:10 pm (UTC)He's there, and whatever dimensional fabric brought them both together again was solid enough to give him the closure he'd been needing since he'd given himself to the nothingness. The limp in his throat is replaced with elation, and aware of Dean and how he feels about lingering embraces like this one- always aware of Dean he pulls away from the hug, his palms still somewhere close his blue eyes thoughtful.]
I missed you. [Alongside love, came loneliness, and after everything and its totality he had Jack, but not the person that mattered most. Everything always felt unfinished because of that, a constant mournful sense of incompletion.]