he's motoring along slow enough that he can watch dean from the corner of his eye, the way the light limns him in the rolled down window, the way the wind rustles his eyelashes and hair and pinks his cheeks and nose. it's strange to see him in the passenger's seat, but still, he's so obviously at home in this vehicle. the ease in his shoulders, the relaxation in his posture. something about is enviable.
castiel tries to relax back into the seat, to mimic dean's easy posture, though he can't quite erase the stiff lines out of his body. ]
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he's motoring along slow enough that he can watch dean from the corner of his eye, the way the light limns him in the rolled down window, the way the wind rustles his eyelashes and hair and pinks his cheeks and nose. it's strange to see him in the passenger's seat, but still, he's so obviously at home in this vehicle. the ease in his shoulders, the relaxation in his posture. something about is enviable.
castiel tries to relax back into the seat, to mimic dean's easy posture, though he can't quite erase the stiff lines out of his body. ]