August 11th: Trust
With his head resting against Cas’ chest, listening to the angel’s heartbeat, Dean nudged Cas’ leg with his own as sunlight lit Cas’ skin in a warm glow.
“Do you really not trust me?” Dean asked, the words slipping out before he could filter them or, truthfully, stop them from slipping out.
Cas startled, his head hitting the door handle of the Impala door as his fingers grasped against Dean’s shoulder. “Of course I trust you, Dean.”
The words stung, and Dean shook his head infinitesimally. “I’d never… I wouldn’t have used you and dropped you, Cas.”
Cas shifted, his hand settling in the shadow of his handprint, etched there and bound with a layer of love. “I know,” Cas murmured, the words so soft Dean barely heard them.
“Do you?” Dean asked, pushing away until he could see Cas’ face. “If I’m not… if I’m not giving you what you deserve, not loving you enough-”
“You are,” Cas said firmly, grabbing Dean’s wrist and pulling him closer again, back into their cocoon of safety. “I trust you. When you say you love me, I believe you.” Cas guided Dean’s hand until it was resting against his heart.
“You do, huh?” Dean asked, dropping his tone into something lighter; teasing and soft at the double meaning of the words after his unofficial proposal.
Cas smiled, repeating the words with even more tenderness and conviction. “I do.”