[ cas wonders briefly at how self-loathing dean might think he is, asking if being an angel is a sin past what he can love, but the conversation departed from rational once "if I was a worm" was introduced. he can't recall a single movie in which a woman asked her partner if they'd still love her as a worm, but cas tries not to question dean when he's grasping for round-about ways to voice something sincerely troubling him.

it touches him in a funny, warm way - that unique Dean way he can't help but smile with. his hand seeks out dean's, curling their fingers together as he holds in a fond chuckle that never makes it past his lips. ]

Dean. I would love you just the same as an angel, or as a worm. Or as a rock, or a fish, or a dilapidated field overrun by an invasive species of weed.

[ there a few things less lovable than the reckless introduction of incompatible flora into a vulnerable ecosystem. but if that hostile flora were dean, he'd overlook the ecological chaos. maybe something he does a little too often with chaos and dean, at least according to some angels, but for all the guilt he'd carried, choosing dean over the world has never been featured. ]

I'd prefer you be in whatever state you feel most comfortable and secure. If that's human, or human plus wings, or human plus wings plus a direct line to the most obnoxious of my brethren — it makes no difference to me.