[The thought of seeking out a potentially demon therapist to talk to is downright damn near hilarious but Dean has to admit that Cas does have a good point. He has so much crap he carries with him, the weight of which he still feels, even through his happiness with his angel. It would be good to at least try and talk to someone outside of barstool therapy, even Dean can acknowledge that.
He doesn't know how he would go about seeking out help, but hearing Cas suggest it is encouraging, especially as he doesn't condescend to Dean as he talks about it, something too many other people in Dean's life have done to him over the years.
Dean's head snaps up and he stares as Cas tells him both that he worries about him and that he's the first person he thinks about every day. It still catches Dean off-guard, having someone worry about him. Having someone who loves and cares about him the way Cas does, and, for a moment, nearly overwhelmed, Dean ducks his head as he sucks in a low breath, trying not to cry.
He's trying to get better at letting himself be vulnerable in front of Cas; it sometimes feels like an uphill battle.
When he meets Cas' gaze again, his eyes are a little wet. He lets them be.]
Yeah, okay, Cas. I don't want to worry you.
[He takes another breath, trying to stave down what feels like it could be the start of a panic attack.
He offers Cas a watery, shaky grin.]
You're the first person I think of every day too. I want you to know that.
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Date: 2021-03-11 05:09 pm (UTC)[The thought of seeking out a potentially demon therapist to talk to is downright damn near hilarious but Dean has to admit that Cas does have a good point. He has so much crap he carries with him, the weight of which he still feels, even through his happiness with his angel. It would be good to at least try and talk to someone outside of barstool therapy, even Dean can acknowledge that.
He doesn't know how he would go about seeking out help, but hearing Cas suggest it is encouraging, especially as he doesn't condescend to Dean as he talks about it, something too many other people in Dean's life have done to him over the years.
Dean's head snaps up and he stares as Cas tells him both that he worries about him and that he's the first person he thinks about every day. It still catches Dean off-guard, having someone worry about him. Having someone who loves and cares about him the way Cas does, and, for a moment, nearly overwhelmed, Dean ducks his head as he sucks in a low breath, trying not to cry.
He's trying to get better at letting himself be vulnerable in front of Cas; it sometimes feels like an uphill battle.
When he meets Cas' gaze again, his eyes are a little wet. He lets them be.]
Yeah, okay, Cas. I don't want to worry you.
[He takes another breath, trying to stave down what feels like it could be the start of a panic attack.
He offers Cas a watery, shaky grin.]
You're the first person I think of every day too. I want you to know that.