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Castiel watched the slump of Dean's shoulders, tension so thick it was as if it was holding him together entirely. The area where their huts were built was coming up. They hadn't been there in two days. He watched, stopping when Dean did. A few approached him, tried to comfort with touches and words Castiel couldn't hear. He watched as Dean stalked off, wanting none of it, because none was from the person he wanted it from most.
He followed Dean, anyway, again stopping when he did, though much closer.
"Dean," he said. He glanced around. He was hot, tacky with sweat. His feet hurt and he almost smiled, remembering
You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby.
It was true.
"I'll help you look tomorrow," he continued, watching Dean, awaiting orders.
He followed Dean, anyway, again stopping when he did, though much closer.
"Dean," he said. He glanced around. He was hot, tacky with sweat. His feet hurt and he almost smiled, remembering
You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby.
It was true.
"I'll help you look tomorrow," he continued, watching Dean, awaiting orders.