[Castiel stills upon hearing that voice, body tensing, all at once; a flood of warmth rushes through him, and he turns, seeking him out. Seeking Dean out.
Suddenly, Dean is here, standing behind him, in this tiny little office in the back of a bookstore. Castiel feels his Grace swell within him; his heart so full, it might as well burst. His face hurts from the weight and width of the smile he bears, just for Dean.]
Hello, Dean.
[He laughs at that, a small huff of air as he glances down at the floor then back up at Dean.]
I'll have to make note of that. Less crumbling buildings and enigmatic bookstores, more pizza.
[Castiel can't keep his eyes off of Dean, drinking in the sight of him, standing there, as though it's their first time meeting all over again.]
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Suddenly, Dean is here, standing behind him, in this tiny little office in the back of a bookstore. Castiel feels his Grace swell within him; his heart so full, it might as well burst. His face hurts from the weight and width of the smile he bears, just for Dean.]
Hello, Dean.
[He laughs at that, a small huff of air as he glances down at the floor then back up at Dean.]
I'll have to make note of that. Less crumbling buildings and enigmatic bookstores, more pizza.
[Castiel can't keep his eyes off of Dean, drinking in the sight of him, standing there, as though it's their first time meeting all over again.]