( dean sucks in a breath and holds it tightly in his lungs for a moment, partly to steady himself and partly out of a sense of awe that seems inevitable, despite the circumstances that tarnish the feeling into something less inspiring than it should be. all the more reason to do what he can to help cas heal, so they can maybe try this again when the fractures have mended. (if dean hasn't ruined that opportunity completely. if he can fix this thing between them, is that invitation still on the table?)
his hands brush lightly over silky feathers, gliding through the waves of energy they emit, slowly moving toward the break. it's almost like a prayer, the way his hands work with such reverence, like an artist sculpting clay, not wanting to hurt cas more than he knows it already does, more than he can fathom it will. )
Try to focus on my voice. ( he's not sure if it will help distract cas like it has with sam in the past, but he begins to sing softly as his hands find the first fracture. he interjects the lyrics with, ) On three. One, two — ( and then he forces the bone back in place with a crack, his voice soothing as he continues the song.
it's almost like a hymn, like worship, his hands and his voice working in tandem to set the other breaks, lyrics intermixed with gentle offerings of that's it, almost there and you're doing fine, cas, breathe, mindful to give cas a moment of relief between each set.
he's set bones before, of course (sam always managed to break something when they were kids), but this feels almost like an out of body experience, like part of dean isn't really here, it's somewhere else, in some ethereal plane of existence, cas' energy humming in harmony with his own. he wants to extend his reach beyond cas' wings, wants to draw every part of him closer, to feel the mix of heat and energy, sweat and grace. he wants to reach inside cas and pull out all the pain, the suffering, the guilt, and replace it with the feeling his soul understands yet his mind finds too overwhelming to name.
that familiar yearning swells in his chest as he finishes his work, his hands lingering for a moment, brushing tenderly over cas' feathers one final time before they retreat.
and yet, somehow, even this doesn't feel like enough to mend what he broke. would any of this have happened if dean hadn't pushed cas away? is it too late to reel him back in? )
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his hands brush lightly over silky feathers, gliding through the waves of energy they emit, slowly moving toward the break. it's almost like a prayer, the way his hands work with such reverence, like an artist sculpting clay, not wanting to hurt cas more than he knows it already does, more than he can fathom it will. )
Try to focus on my voice. ( he's not sure if it will help distract cas like it has with sam in the past, but he begins to sing softly as his hands find the first fracture. he interjects the lyrics with, ) On three. One, two — ( and then he forces the bone back in place with a crack, his voice soothing as he continues the song.
it's almost like a hymn, like worship, his hands and his voice working in tandem to set the other breaks, lyrics intermixed with gentle offerings of that's it, almost there and you're doing fine, cas, breathe, mindful to give cas a moment of relief between each set.
he's set bones before, of course (sam always managed to break something when they were kids), but this feels almost like an out of body experience, like part of dean isn't really here, it's somewhere else, in some ethereal plane of existence, cas' energy humming in harmony with his own. he wants to extend his reach beyond cas' wings, wants to draw every part of him closer, to feel the mix of heat and energy, sweat and grace. he wants to reach inside cas and pull out all the pain, the suffering, the guilt, and replace it with the feeling his soul understands yet his mind finds too overwhelming to name.
that familiar yearning swells in his chest as he finishes his work, his hands lingering for a moment, brushing tenderly over cas' feathers one final time before they retreat.
and yet, somehow, even this doesn't feel like enough to mend what he broke. would any of this have happened if dean hadn't pushed cas away? is it too late to reel him back in? )
How's that feel? Any better?