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if Behati didn't realize their miscommunication now, surely she would when an expression of anguished disgust crept across Cas' face at her mention of his dad. "you're ... you're hard for my dad?!" he repeated in hushed, horrified tones, his eyes falling unbidden toward the place along her belly where they should match, like Mattel dolls. but he didn't see anything, and he was too disgusted by the idea of those same sort of feelings writhing in him stretching their tendrils out toward his dad, of all people.

dante was one thing -- the man was unattached and uninterested in women, as far as Cas could tell -- but his dad. "he -- he has a mate, you know." my mom, he almost added, though that would have made things worse and weirder. "why ... why, uh ... why him?" did he even want to know?

yes.