[It feels good to be in Dean's hands like this, like a smaller being - one capable of much less, something not infinite and without equal. Being with Dean has always made him feel more human, more - just more. Something outside of the requirements of his kind, something with ambitions set aside from the typical and now he can give a name to the experience. Love, yes, but more than that. The years haven't been kind to them and trust is partnered with it, trust and experience, and things Castiel doesn't know how to name yet and couldn't. He knows that he'd give him anything and the desire to be wrapped up, swept under into the maelstrom of passion is too much. He's grateful when Dean changes their position - and a little surprised. He's experienced it before, of course, but not the same - nowhere near as intimate.]
I'm not - [A woman, or a person, or anything that can be ascribed to either but he doesn't finish. Castiel's lips quirk into a smile, answering the slight whisper of Dean's own.] Do you think you're capable of scandalizing me? After everything?
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I'm not - [A woman, or a person, or anything that can be ascribed to either but he doesn't finish. Castiel's lips quirk into a smile, answering the slight whisper of Dean's own.] Do you think you're capable of scandalizing me? After everything?