( He'll tell Sam all about the magical bullcrap from their world, sometime when they're not trying to do some meditative magical ayahuasca to access the brain cellphone network.
He casts a double-take at Cas's hand grabbing his, shoots a face like Cas is the weirdest goddamn person he's ever met, but doesn't bother pulling his hand away. He's pretty sure it's not important that they make contact with each other, but hell, what does he know about this crap?
Maybe that tolerance and easy, immediate acceptance is coming from Sam. Something's definitely coming from him — Dean can feel it melting through his bones like candle wax, slow and unobtrusive. If he didn't know, he wouldn't notice for the first little bit, but... he would eventually, for one simple reason:
He rarely ever feels this. Calm, peaceful, at ease.
It's novel enough to be sobering. Precious enough that he doesn't even have a smart ass comment to add. He just closes his eyes, and he drifts.
no subject
He casts a double-take at Cas's hand grabbing his, shoots a face like Cas is the weirdest goddamn person he's ever met, but doesn't bother pulling his hand away. He's pretty sure it's not important that they make contact with each other, but hell, what does he know about this crap?
Maybe that tolerance and easy, immediate acceptance is coming from Sam. Something's definitely coming from him — Dean can feel it melting through his bones like candle wax, slow and unobtrusive. If he didn't know, he wouldn't notice for the first little bit, but... he would eventually, for one simple reason:
He rarely ever feels this. Calm, peaceful, at ease.
It's novel enough to be sobering. Precious enough that he doesn't even have a smart ass comment to add. He just closes his eyes, and he drifts.
And wouldn't you know it, it freaking works. )