[ Cas' touch is close enough, and Dean pulls him in, turning his head a little on 'accident' so he can breathe in the scent of angel, surprised how nice it is in his nose, his lungs.
The half hug doesn't last too long, Dean too awkward to linger, and he drops his hand, fingertips tracing over Cas' shoulder as it falls. ]
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The half hug doesn't last too long, Dean too awkward to linger, and he drops his hand, fingertips tracing over Cas' shoulder as it falls. ]
Thank you, Cas. Can I have some now?