[ That was too much. It set something off in Dean, primal and so wrong, and he pressed back against that hand on his chest, struggling against its touch.
God, if this had really been Cas somehow, he didn't know how he'd respond to that, but this wasn't Cas. Not even close. ]
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God, if this had really been Cas somehow, he didn't know how he'd respond to that, but this wasn't Cas. Not even close. ]
Give him back! Take something else. Take me!