[ pleasure pools in the small of his back and his spine, and castiel smiles again at the words that wash over him. dean hasn't had much opportunity or reason to be encouraging in his own time, but he can picture in his mind's eye how dean taught his little brother to drive much like this.
his gaze lingers the same as dean's hand dragging down his arm did, and then he turns back and drives, taking in deep lungfuls of the sweet autumn air. this stretch of track is easy — and he gets lost in it, for a while, with dean by his side. taking a long curing turn, only remembering why they're out here when he sees, in the mist-logged distance, the forest they're meant to be searching.
no subject
his gaze lingers the same as dean's hand dragging down his arm did, and then he turns back and drives, taking in deep lungfuls of the sweet autumn air. this stretch of track is easy — and he gets lost in it, for a while, with dean by his side. taking a long curing turn, only remembering why they're out here when he sees, in the mist-logged distance, the forest they're meant to be searching.
castiel slows but doesn't stop. ]
What did you wanna look for first?