"I think so," says Dean, and the ring feels too big now in his palm, too big and too stupid, and of course he's fucked this up, he's not even wearing pants. "I don't want anybody else. I don't want anything else, just - "
Dean shrugs, helpless and dumb. "I just want this. I'm not even - I can't give you much." Dimly, he's aware that he's meant to be telling Castiel what he does want, but Dean has no idea. Castiel, a safe place, some measure of quietude - the list seems too small, too simple - it doesn't make any sense that getting married could make it any less ridiculous.
"Let's just do the house," he says, pushing his hand back into his pocket. "I'm sorry. Stuff like this is for other people. Sorry."
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Date: 2014-07-22 05:23 am (UTC)Dean shrugs, helpless and dumb. "I just want this. I'm not even - I can't give you much." Dimly, he's aware that he's meant to be telling Castiel what he does want, but Dean has no idea. Castiel, a safe place, some measure of quietude - the list seems too small, too simple - it doesn't make any sense that getting married could make it any less ridiculous.
"Let's just do the house," he says, pushing his hand back into his pocket. "I'm sorry. Stuff like this is for other people. Sorry."