[Dean is taking things, as ever, one day at a time. One step, one obstacle at a time. If he can believe Felix won't choose to disappear on him, it will be enough for now. And if Dean, at least, knows that he's been waiting for that from the beginning, well. They've made it this far. They can go a little further.

He won't ask Felix to promise that it's permanent, as much as he wants to. He knows where ultimatums land people, land him specifically, and he knows too that this is truly the best he could have hoped for. More than he had any right to, maybe. Maybe not.

The touch at his cheek draws Dean's eyes back, and he finally manages to drop his hand away from its hold, if only to rest instead on Felix's hip. This is a more casual form of contact, though, more typical of them from day to day. The corner of his mouth twitches at the problem before them, neither up nor down, but he does take it seriously.

And then a bit more amusement at the horror inherent in the idea of wardening for Felix.]

You'd make a good warden. [It's a tease because that's easiest, but he means it. He also moves on before anything can be said about that.] I've never heard of anyone being kicked off directly after graduating. I guess the asshole realizes people need some time to figure shit out. And I've had a few people... ah. I've had a few people go home without ever being paired, so either they never made up their minds to warden, or it took 'em that long to decide... where to go.

[This much, Dean can speak to with certainty. He's been here long enough, seen enough people move through.] I don't think you have to know what to do.