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Castiel sits back on his heels for a moment, considering Dean's words and tones. He's not been worried; he hasn't been trying to fix it. He doesn't seem disappointed.

He will still want Castiel just the same.

"Later," he murmurs, pulling Dean's pants and underwear down just enough to swallow him down.

It is my birthday, he pushes into Dean's mind. I want to hear how much you like this. I want to hear that you love me.