[ Dean won't admit it -- not when it sounds so fucking girly even to himself -- but just a couple of days, what with them being so intense and all, have been long enough, and he has no idea how long it's been for the angel.

Whatever annoyance he was trying to stir up dies within seconds of Cas' hand mirroring his, those slim fingers sliding over his skin and then locking their hands together. Dean's blinking at the whole thing, lips slightly parted as he tries to make sense of it, though his fingers refuse to pull back.

In fact he just lets their joined hands fall down between them as his eyes go back to Cas' face. ]

Complications, huh? Well, you're back now. [ And because they're not goddamn chicks with dicks, Dean wriggles his hand free, but only after the fastest, slightest squeeze. There's a smile on his face though, private and warm -- and brief. ]

Where the hell did you guys even get zapped off to? Definitely could've used all the help back here.