Yeah Cas doesn't even know where to start to play the seductive masseur, so there's really only one way this could have gone.
Cas's fingers work at the back of Dean's neck, thumbs pressing along the cervical curve of his spine and fingers pulling his muscles back, pushing them forward in waves. He works all the way up to the base of Dean's skull, back again and then down to Dean's back again. He'd probably be better at this if he still had his mojo; his eyes would be able to see Dean in other ways, but he makes do with what he has.
Castiel doesn't say a word as he tries to work out every knot and tense band in Dean's torso, shoulders, arms and neck. He smooths his palms down over Dean's skin once his fingers hurt too badly to grip, then begins again after the rest. When Cas finally leans back, crackling his knuckles and shaking out sore hands, it's been nearly thirty minutes since he started.
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Cas's fingers work at the back of Dean's neck, thumbs pressing along the cervical curve of his spine and fingers pulling his muscles back, pushing them forward in waves. He works all the way up to the base of Dean's skull, back again and then down to Dean's back again. He'd probably be better at this if he still had his mojo; his eyes would be able to see Dean in other ways, but he makes do with what he has.
Castiel doesn't say a word as he tries to work out every knot and tense band in Dean's torso, shoulders, arms and neck. He smooths his palms down over Dean's skin once his fingers hurt too badly to grip, then begins again after the rest. When Cas finally leans back, crackling his knuckles and shaking out sore hands, it's been nearly thirty minutes since he started.