[ he's got the grace to at least look a little contrite when the mystery man bangs his head on the hood of the car in surprise, but that's only until castiel gets a good look at him.
there's enough of a vague resemblance that he can see the relation to sam, and he knows instantly who this must be - dean winchester, his elder brother, the one who works on cars and likes to get his hands dirty. castiel hasn't met him yet, dean's never been around when he's been over, always out working, or at the bar, or whatever it is that men like dean do with their time. truth be told, castiel's hardly given the idea of him more than a passing thought; he's had no reason to, no drive to find out anything more about him than he's already been told. castiel's people skills, after all, aren't exactly in tip top shape.
but dean is - ahem. ]
Um, yes, I'm - [ castiel clears his throat, his eyes dropping to dean's hands, stained and dirty with grease, strong and callused, working hands. ] - yes, I'm Castiel.
[ and he's a grown man, for heavens sake, and dean winchester is very attractive, all flashing hazel eyes and long eyelashes, tanned skin scattered with freckles, strong arms smudged to the elbows with grease, but that's no excuse to trip over his own words like an overgrown schoolboy. inhaling sharply, castiel squares his shoulders. ]
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Date: 26 Dec 2015 07:23 (UTC)there's enough of a vague resemblance that he can see the relation to sam, and he knows instantly who this must be - dean winchester, his elder brother, the one who works on cars and likes to get his hands dirty. castiel hasn't met him yet, dean's never been around when he's been over, always out working, or at the bar, or whatever it is that men like dean do with their time. truth be told, castiel's hardly given the idea of him more than a passing thought; he's had no reason to, no drive to find out anything more about him than he's already been told. castiel's people skills, after all, aren't exactly in tip top shape.
but dean is - ahem. ]
Um, yes, I'm - [ castiel clears his throat, his eyes dropping to dean's hands, stained and dirty with grease, strong and callused, working hands. ] - yes, I'm Castiel.
[ and he's a grown man, for heavens sake, and dean winchester is very attractive, all flashing hazel eyes and long eyelashes, tanned skin scattered with freckles, strong arms smudged to the elbows with grease, but that's no excuse to trip over his own words like an overgrown schoolboy. inhaling sharply, castiel squares his shoulders. ]
You must be Dean.