"Yeah, I feel good," says Dean, color deepening in his cheeks for the easy pressure of Castiel's hand. "Not a hundred percent, but definitely better."
He waits his turn at the four way stop, pulling into a fortuitously open space right in from of the Sizzler. Putting the Impala into park, Dean twists in his seat, leaning in before he can think better of it to press dry lips to Castiel's cheek. "Thanks for, you know. Taking care of me for the last week."
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Date: 2013-04-29 06:45 am (UTC)He waits his turn at the four way stop, pulling into a fortuitously open space right in from of the Sizzler. Putting the Impala into park, Dean twists in his seat, leaning in before he can think better of it to press dry lips to Castiel's cheek. "Thanks for, you know. Taking care of me for the last week."