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When Cas finally spoke, it was quiet. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Dean. I promise.” Dean had never liked protective declarations, though he himself made them on a near constant basis. It’s because they meant someone valued their lives over Dean's, and the guilt that came with that knowledge was cumbersome. As far as he was concerned, it was easier to be a martyr. But when Cas made yet another promise to protect Dean, something shifted inside his gut. A knowledge that hadn’t fully solidified, hadn’t fully gelled within his insides. And he stood quite suddenly in spite of himself, nearly knocking the chair over in his enthusiasm. Castiel jerked away from him on reflex but softened again when he saw the expression in Dean’s eyes. A hand, callused and cut across the palm where he’d bled to try to save them both reached across the chasm between their bodies. It cupped the side of Castiel’s cheek, roughly scraping against stubble.

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