[ it wasn't the nicest place, but it was theirs for a little while. cas teeters, and then perches delicately on a bit of rubbing sticking up out of the water. he hates to sit by while dean does the work, but it's just going to be inconvenient if he passes out face-down in the water.
cas rubs his hands over his face. when he drops them, his eyes follow dean the same way they did when he had several hundred more of them. ]
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cas rubs his hands over his face. when he drops them, his eyes follow dean the same way they did when he had several hundred more of them. ]