[ For a second, Dean's half-wondering if Cas means he's going to skin some deer. The messy squint he sends in Cas' direction is all of that with the addition of feeling like he might be about to hack up a lung. Face turning away again, he raises a fist and coughs, the wheezing unmistakable as his eyes take on a glassy, barely suppressed stinging.
It takes almost a full minute for him to pull himself back together, a hand scrubbed over a decidedly tired face. He just wants to sleep without the nightmares. ]
You still got them under that tree?
[ He hasn't been to see those bees since August, but he remembers where they are. Had swung by and checked in on them while Cas wasn't exactly... himself. ]
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It takes almost a full minute for him to pull himself back together, a hand scrubbed over a decidedly tired face. He just wants to sleep without the nightmares. ]
You still got them under that tree?
[ He hasn't been to see those bees since August, but he remembers where they are. Had swung by and checked in on them while Cas wasn't exactly... himself. ]