Fics like handlebars for tender touch

“You can’t,” Dean says, sitting at the first table of the library. It’s expansive in front of him in his solitude. It’s too big for a single person. Cas looks over at the words. Across the room, he frowns. “I don’t understand,” he prompts, voice low and gentle. Quiet, like they were in a real library. But his eyes are narrowed. His eyebrows drawn down in suspicion. The book he’s holding stays opened at chest level, and Cas doesn’t lower it when he speaks. “You know,” Dean says coldly. He can’t meet Cas’s eyes, so he watches his clasped hands on the table. “What you said. You can’t.” or the one where dean doesn't think he deserves cas's love confession from before the empty and cas proves him wrong

Fics like handlebars for tender touch

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