When Dean sat back, Cas raised his hand and touched his fingertips to Dean’s shoulder where his hand had left a scar.
“You took that away, remember?” Dean said quietly. “Wiped it off when you fixed me after Sam’s swan dive.”
“I remember,” Cas said. He fitted his palm over Dean’s biceps, felt the rub of his sleeve and the resistance of the smooth skin underneath.
Dean looked at him with an expression Cas couldn’t read. “I thought it meant goodbye,” he said.
Cas’ heart sunk, realizing that his actions had given Dean another wrong message. “It didn’t.”
ok yeah ow
right in the OTP