"Tired," Dean admits, relaxing into the cradle of Castiel's body. It's easier now to ignore the many burning points of pain, stings lighting up his skin like the strike of tiny meteors.
"Easier to think, though," he says. "Sorry, this really isn't - " Dean huffs a laugh. "Definitely isn't the night you wanted."
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Date: 2014-01-01 02:34 am (UTC)"Easier to think, though," he says. "Sorry, this really isn't - " Dean huffs a laugh. "Definitely isn't the night you wanted."