( Words he never thought he'd hear anyone say to him: don't forget your wingspan. It takes everything in him not to roll his (their?) eyes, because body-checking a civilian while they swoop in for a landing probably wouldn't go over all that swell. )
Right. Wide berth. Got it.
( He don't got it, not really. In theory? Sure. In practice, it's gonna take more than just a couple hours of tutorial mode with Cas piloting his meatsuit around for him to master it.
But... it's better than nothing.
They spend the better part of the afternoon doing this — Cas steering them, giving instructions that Dean gradually focuses on more than the weirdness of the sensation. By the time they finish, he can miraculously, spectacularly, take off from the ground all on his own, no angel co-pilot at the wheel.
It's progress.
Progress he hopes to god he never actually has to use, but... progress. Something he couldn't have accomplished without Cas, and that gratitude's in earnest full force when he finally gets around to saying thank you once night falls. )
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Right. Wide berth. Got it.
( He don't got it, not really. In theory? Sure. In practice, it's gonna take more than just a couple hours of tutorial mode with Cas piloting his meatsuit around for him to master it.
But... it's better than nothing.
They spend the better part of the afternoon doing this — Cas steering them, giving instructions that Dean gradually focuses on more than the weirdness of the sensation. By the time they finish, he can miraculously, spectacularly, take off from the ground all on his own, no angel co-pilot at the wheel.
It's progress.
Progress he hopes to god he never actually has to use, but... progress. Something he couldn't have accomplished without Cas, and that gratitude's in earnest full force when he finally gets around to saying thank you once night falls. )