[ Even if Castiel could press his fingers to Dean's skin and see how sober he is (or isn't), it wouldn't change his decision to leave. As much as Dean's consent is important to him, Castiel's consent is important, too. It isn't the alcohol that's inhibited him, but something must have. He's uncomfortably aroused, and even Dean were suddenly, miraculously interested, blood alcohol content aside, this isn't something Castiel should allow.
He's rebelled against Heaven, but to rebel against the natural law that angels aren't allowed to... have certain feelings towards humans... It's worse than simple rebellion, he imagines.
Dean's concern has Castiel hesitating, but only briefly. It isn't Dean's responsibility to bear, after all, and he shouldn't feel guilty for Castiel's actions in either direction. ]
No. It's nothing like that. There's... something I need to do.
[ Important angel duties. Obviously. Not learn how to deal with an uncomfortably human erection. That would be ridiculous. Castiel is still looking off towards the far wall, avoiding eye contact as Dean retrieves his own shirt. Maybe he should've dressed Dean after all. He's made things awkward. There's no point in staying longer. ]
Goodbye, Dean.
[ Castiel says, doing his best at conforming to human social graces, but without waiting for a response from Dean, Castiel is gone from the room with a rush of wind from the beating of his feathers. ]
[ He's got his shirt back on, looking up at Cas in confusion and worry, pushing himself up to his feet but keeping his distance because Cas is definitely ruffled and Dean...isn't sure why.
Must've been the whole 'sure, I'll be your vessel' thing. You don't just blurt that out, Jesus, Dean. ]
Just hang on a minute, you don't have to leave, I'm sorry--
[ But Cas says 'goodbye' and he's gone again, and Dean's left barefoot and horny and frustrated. ]
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He's rebelled against Heaven, but to rebel against the natural law that angels aren't allowed to... have certain feelings towards humans... It's worse than simple rebellion, he imagines.
Dean's concern has Castiel hesitating, but only briefly. It isn't Dean's responsibility to bear, after all, and he shouldn't feel guilty for Castiel's actions in either direction. ]
No. It's nothing like that. There's... something I need to do.
[ Important angel duties. Obviously. Not learn how to deal with an uncomfortably human erection. That would be ridiculous. Castiel is still looking off towards the far wall, avoiding eye contact as Dean retrieves his own shirt. Maybe he should've dressed Dean after all. He's made things awkward. There's no point in staying longer. ]
Goodbye, Dean.
[ Castiel says, doing his best at conforming to human social graces, but without waiting for a response from Dean, Castiel is gone from the room with a rush of wind from the beating of his feathers. ]
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Must've been the whole 'sure, I'll be your vessel' thing. You don't just blurt that out, Jesus, Dean. ]
Just hang on a minute, you don't have to leave, I'm sorry--
[ But Cas says 'goodbye' and he's gone again, and Dean's left barefoot and horny and frustrated. ]
Dammit, Cas.