The coins are there because gold coins go in treasure chests, but also because he can't look at a lot of the stuff in here without feeling everything, and it's easier to obscure them with other stuff. When Cas starts to pull out the coat, Dean stops, jaw clenching, but then tries to shrug it all off. It doesn't really work, so much; his eyes are on Cas even if he'd rather make himself look somewhere else.
What surprises him most is the surprise on Cas's face. How could Cas not know how much he means to Dean? He's a dick to Cas sometimes -- sometimes a monumental dick -- but it comes down to how much Dean cares about him. When he's reminded of that, he tends to lash out harshly, push back hard, because it hurts too much and he doesn't know how to deal with that or show it. He shouldn't show it.
Except he carried that coat around for a year, and he tore his way through Purgatory looking for Cas, and he doesn't regret a second of that. He needs Cas; he cares about him, and he doesn't know what to do to get that through the stupid angel's head and to make it stick.
At least, he doesn't know until Cas is pulling him closer. They've been dancing around this since that first incubus kiss, and maybe this is the answer. Maybe this has been the answer this whole time, and that's why Dean was so pissed about the incubus thing in the first place. He couldn't help Cas, but he also couldn't see that he wanted to.
He's ready for Cas when he leans in, even if his heart is racing and he's scared, but it's not the kind of fear that he wants to listen to anymore. He closes his eyes and lays a hand on Cas's arm, and he kisses him back gently.
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What surprises him most is the surprise on Cas's face. How could Cas not know how much he means to Dean? He's a dick to Cas sometimes -- sometimes a monumental dick -- but it comes down to how much Dean cares about him. When he's reminded of that, he tends to lash out harshly, push back hard, because it hurts too much and he doesn't know how to deal with that or show it. He shouldn't show it.
Except he carried that coat around for a year, and he tore his way through Purgatory looking for Cas, and he doesn't regret a second of that. He needs Cas; he cares about him, and he doesn't know what to do to get that through the stupid angel's head and to make it stick.
At least, he doesn't know until Cas is pulling him closer. They've been dancing around this since that first incubus kiss, and maybe this is the answer. Maybe this has been the answer this whole time, and that's why Dean was so pissed about the incubus thing in the first place. He couldn't help Cas, but he also couldn't see that he wanted to.
He's ready for Cas when he leans in, even if his heart is racing and he's scared, but it's not the kind of fear that he wants to listen to anymore. He closes his eyes and lays a hand on Cas's arm, and he kisses him back gently.