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"cas, you're fine. it's fine. everything's fine–"

"n-no, it's not, i can't–" castiel had to stop and catch his breath. there were tears that stung his eyes, but they couldn't escape. he could feel fire coursing through his veins, and adrenaline pumping.

cas clenched his fists, unclenched them, clenched them, and finally exhaled.

"it's okay. i've got you, cas. i got you." he let himself fall into dean's open arms.

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