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[always_enduphere]

Dean feels unaccountably nervous when he walks the few feet to Castiel's door. He's been home a week now, and for the first time, finally feels past the need to sleep all day long. It'd been nice to do nothing but lie there and watch every season of Dr. Sexy from his bed, but Dean's sick of his plain white walls, sick of his sickbed. Sick of endless bowls of soup, too, however hilarious it is to make Cas do airplane over and over. Dean wants to see the sky, wants to eat a real meal again, and he wants to maybe make a few things right between them as he does it.

He shifts from foot to foot outside Castiel's door. His belt is set to a slot it hasn't seen in years, and Dean knows it only makes him look skinnier, but he tucks in his shirt, smoothing his hair for the third time since he combed it over. "Well," he says, "M'not getting any prettier," and knocks.

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[godless_son]

Castiel does not receive visitors. His apartment is too spartan to entertain guests and lately, during the very rare occasion he is not already in Dean's apartment, Dean can simply yell for him through the wall.

He rises from his single chair, where he was contemplating reviewing Neil's movies once more before stepping to the door.

His eyes widen as it swings open and he takes in Dean, carefully dressed and looking exceptionally clean. "Dean," he murmurs, trying to sense anything amiss. "Are you alright? You're dressed, do you...do I need to take you somewhere?"