Cruel? [ when it's clear that isn't the what Jo meant, Cas sighs, letting out a flatter, resigned truth: ] Seducing.
[ he'd had suspicions about Jo and Dean. It's was impossible not to smell the pheromones coming off of them any moment they're around each other, and he feels guilty even considering what Dean had suggested about them. Jo is a human girl, belonging to a human life, than Dean's always wanted. Not some otherworldly celestial monstrosity that's devoted itself to looking after him. It's stepping so far over the line of everything Castiel's meant to be and he has no place entertaining the thought. ]
I walked in before any clothes were shed. [ If that offers her any comfort, though Cas is sure there's plenty of other instances demonically influenced dean has gotten much further without timely interruptions. he bows his head, looking at his hands, the lines in the palms that don't truly belong to him. ]
But what he says and does as a demon, that can't be what Dean's actual thoughts.
[ it's almost a question, almost a self-reassurance. He'd like to be there for Jo, but his head's swimming, reeling. dean isn't just more of what he already was, or the same man without a filter, is he? he should ignore this, bury this, but it strikes so keenly against the soft, unguarded, vulnerable center of him. ]
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Cruel? [ when it's clear that isn't the what Jo meant, Cas sighs, letting out a flatter, resigned truth: ] Seducing.
[ he'd had suspicions about Jo and Dean. It's was impossible not to smell the pheromones coming off of them any moment they're around each other, and he feels guilty even considering what Dean had suggested about them. Jo is a human girl, belonging to a human life, than Dean's always wanted. Not some otherworldly celestial monstrosity that's devoted itself to looking after him. It's stepping so far over the line of everything Castiel's meant to be and he has no place entertaining the thought. ]
I walked in before any clothes were shed. [ If that offers her any comfort, though Cas is sure there's plenty of other instances demonically influenced dean has gotten much further without timely interruptions. he bows his head, looking at his hands, the lines in the palms that don't truly belong to him. ]
But what he says and does as a demon, that can't be what Dean's actual thoughts.
[ it's almost a question, almost a self-reassurance. He'd like to be there for Jo, but his head's swimming, reeling. dean isn't just more of what he already was, or the same man without a filter, is he? he should ignore this, bury this, but it strikes so keenly against the soft, unguarded, vulnerable center of him. ]