Dean smiled, stopping his rubbing when he felt all the knots were gone. "Do you feel better now, Cas?" He asked softly, taking a sipbof a beer he just got out of the fridge. He was a little stiff too, but he ignored it. When Sam was around, he'd ask him to do it. He blushed a little as he spoke next. "Cas, can we talk?" He was worried about what the angel might say, but he needed to tell him, or he'd drive himself crazy.