Dean glanced down at their hands, some half-formed urge to hug the former angel tickling his spine, but he was too slow to quite act on it before Cas had taken his hand back. He stood, wondering if it would be appropriate to hug him anyway, or if Cas would appreciate something like that, and feeling silly for not knowing the answer.
"Yeah," he said, touching his friend's shoulder--deciding to go for the hug anyway if Cas seemed receptive. "Let's go."