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“I wish I could stand,” Cas says. “Yeah,” Dean says. Cas holds up his hand, flexes it, stares and then drops it. “This weakness is unsettling. I can’t—I can’t even hold a pitcher of water, Dean.” Dean makes a small sound in his throat, a non-committal hum. He’s done soaping up Cas’ hair. He grabs the sponge at his side and starts to scrub at Cas’ skin, up along his arms, his neck, down his chest. When he runs it up his legs, to his thighs, Cas shudders and then there’s a hand cupping Dean’s cheek, cold and dripping water and soap, and Dean falters, looks at him for the first time. “Will you sleep with me?” Cas says. “Tonight?” Dean swallows. He says yes. After Lucifer's possession, Castiel stops talking.

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