[ dean seems stiff, but castiel chooses to chalk it up to his discomfort. ]
Good.
[ he feels somewhat more sedentary than he would like, just lying here with dean, so after a few moments he unclasps his hands and begins rubbing his palm up and down dean's arm, from his shoulder to his wrist, hot breath puffing against the nape of his neck. dean's body is cool against his own, but it still feels — almost good. strange. ]
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Good.
[ he feels somewhat more sedentary than he would like, just lying here with dean, so after a few moments he unclasps his hands and begins rubbing his palm up and down dean's arm, from his shoulder to his wrist, hot breath puffing against the nape of his neck. dean's body is cool against his own, but it still feels — almost good. strange. ]