Silver Creek time

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"no!" he exclaimed in a hiss, sharper than he had meant his voice to be. "i mean, no. it's not like ... i'm not worried about you trying to pin me down, Rowe." Cas sighed. "she's not coming back. i know it. but giving up our den is like ... giving up. it's admitting. and i'm being really fucking stupid but i don't know if i want to do that...yet." but nor did he want to spend night after night shivering in an empty den from which Laika's scent had completely faded.
he turned back to Rowan then, letting out his breath in a whining sigh, and ran his tongue across one side of her neck. "tell me what to do." he'd heed her, no matter what it was — Cas felt himself on the knife's edge of a precipice and needed to be shoved one way or another. he was too weak to make that leap on his own, and his selfishness asserted itself in a desire for Rowan to make the choice for him.[/tr][/td][/table]