action;

[ He's not used to such kindness. Years have drilled it out of him, to expect the underlying tones in Dean's voice and the expressions he allows in silence but nothing more than that. Castiel flinches beneath the initial touch, apology in the look he gives him before the dizziness sets in and he must shut his eyes instead.

How useless he is now, having fallen so far. He mumbles the only thing he can think of in his mess of thought, no inherited sarcasm or disdain or annoyance in them. ]

I don't deserve this. [ And yet, he clutches tight to him regardless. ] Whatever you think you may owe me, it doesn't hold true anymore.