My wings are intact, my grace is still here, just- [Congested? Castiel doesn't have a word for it, it feels like being smothered or packed away in a box beneath linens. He feels it, but too far off, too buried to really grasp.]
Fine. [It at least allows them to speak, personally, given that the wagon would no doubt have other passengers that Castiel didn't want to have to navigate social and societal norms with. Not now.
He grabs Dean's hand and uses the small amount of room left in the stirrup to get his leg up and over the horse.
His expectations were better than the authenticity of it, and he slides back to perch himself toward the rear of the saddle to afford Dean as much room as possible. He knew that once they started moving he'd slide forward and it'd be pointless, but for now, it was the most space he could afford Dean between them.]
I don't know what that means. Brokeback on a mountain? [Castiel's more than aware of what keeping it in his pants entails but he's not entirely sure how it applies to the two of them sharing the horse, or why he'd even consider something there and now.]
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Fine. [It at least allows them to speak, personally, given that the wagon would no doubt have other passengers that Castiel didn't want to have to navigate social and societal norms with. Not now.
He grabs Dean's hand and uses the small amount of room left in the stirrup to get his leg up and over the horse.
His expectations were better than the authenticity of it, and he slides back to perch himself toward the rear of the saddle to afford Dean as much room as possible. He knew that once they started moving he'd slide forward and it'd be pointless, but for now, it was the most space he could afford Dean between them.]
I don't know what that means. Brokeback on a mountain? [Castiel's more than aware of what keeping it in his pants entails but he's not entirely sure how it applies to the two of them sharing the horse, or why he'd even consider something there and now.]