castiel knows the circumstances would be very different if he were. he wonders how would it feel to meet someone from connor's world, or to introduce connor to someone from his own. how would it feel to invite dean here to his dirty, pockmarked hotel room? he would probably find it familiar. he couldn't invite dean to stay, of course, but he could suggest he take the room across from his, or maybe the one on the other side that connor hasn't called dibs on.
he definitely couldn't sit on dean's lap.
a blush creeps up castiel's neck. he can't tell if it's shame.
when connor asks after him, with that soft, concerned voice, castiel rubs his eyes. curtis snorts again. ]
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castiel knows the circumstances would be very different if he were. he wonders how would it feel to meet someone from connor's world, or to introduce connor to someone from his own. how would it feel to invite dean here to his dirty, pockmarked hotel room? he would probably find it familiar. he couldn't invite dean to stay, of course, but he could suggest he take the room across from his, or maybe the one on the other side that connor hasn't called dibs on.
he definitely couldn't sit on dean's lap.
a blush creeps up castiel's neck. he can't tell if it's shame.
when connor asks after him, with that soft, concerned voice, castiel rubs his eyes. curtis snorts again. ]
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