“Dean?”
“What?”
Castiel leans back and sighs. “I’ve been down here for twenty minutes, and you’re still not-“
Dean interrupts him with a frustrated sigh.
“I’m developing lockjaw.” Castiel says snippily.
“You’d think that’d shut you up.”
Castiel pinches the top of Dean’s thigh, which, other than his groin, is the only part of him exposed to Castiel’s gaze
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