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Castiel sensed tension. No matter what people – especially Dean – thought, he always knew. Only since it didn’t involve him directly he did not feel the need to interfere or regard it at all.
Sometimes it was amusing to watch, he had to admit. Right now for example. Their little team had gathered but the weekly consultation already ended. Somehow nobody had felt the need to leave and they eventually ended up drinking. Castiel had to admit again that he had liked it; against his better judgement which astonished him but seemed not uncommon when Winchesters were involved. Crowley and Balthazar had a few drinks together and Castiel would like to think more about how this happened but then got too wrapped up in studying the brothers across the table.
Sam looked earnest and seemed really into the conversation he had with Bobby and the Jody woman. But behind the facade he was making a conscious effort not to pull Dean in for a close hug and keep him locked there. Dean next to him was just as tense, trying to maintain an appropriate space between them, act natural.
Castiel could almost taste the sensation when their bodies touched ‘casually’.
Fascinating.