Dean let himself be pulled in close and brought up his hands to rest against the side of the angel's face. He bit at his lower lip, giving it a tug. "Mm, gotta say, I'm pretty happy with you, Cas. Not fighting, not running..."
He wouldn't have protested hurting the angel, if he had to, but he was glad that he didn't. He had other things on his mind right now after all.
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He wouldn't have protested hurting the angel, if he had to, but he was glad that he didn't. He had other things on his mind right now after all.