A millisecond after their eyes met Dean looked away. He was FAR too sober for this conversation.
"Are emotions always this confusing?" Cas turned his head slightly towards his friend's. "Do all emotions hurt so bad?" Cas' gruff voice was feckless and low.
(But being with you, Dean makes me feel better...
Can Dean understand?)
"Yea. I know the feeling, believe me Cas."
(Poor Cas. Feeling lonely blows.)
A hazy memory drifted into Dean's mind. He remembered his mother wrapping her arms around him, her blonde, nice smelling, wavy hair swinging in his face. The mere memory of the hug made Dean feel happy.
Dean reached his muscular arm around the angle sitting next to him.
The semi-embrace felt nice to Cas.
"Thank you Dean."
The awkwardness was almost tangible, but somehow Dean kept his arm around the other man's shoulders and, almost imperceptibly, Cas leaned his head against his friends shoulder, the one still bearing his handprint, one corner of his mouth turned slightly up.
(Dean you always make me feel so much better.)
Dean was caught off guard by Cas leaning into him. But after a moment he decided that he didn't mind so much and instead pressed his head against Cas'.
(I hope Samy doesn't walk in, this is just too weird.)
They both leaned in closer.
Cas' face a hair's breadth away from the hunter's neck, he could feel the man's pulse through his lips.
(This definitely isn't something normal human friends do.) Cas speculated, not overly concerned.
Dean pressed his face into Cas' hair.
(Hair like dark, thick feathers.) Thought Dean.
Cas felt an inexplicable desire to touch Dean's neck with his lips. He wanted to feel the hunter's heart beat against his mouth.
Dean's hand, still clasped around Cas' shoulder, twitched. He desperately wanted to run his hands through the angel's soft hair.