( well, that's gonna smart later, he's pretty sure. if he doesn't end up with a nice lump on the back of his head in a couple of hours, he'll be pleasantly surprised.
now, sam has a tendency to ramble about things even on a bad day – the good days are the ones in which he gets all kinds of stories, whether about his classes or work study or the sad salad he had for lunch in the student union – so it's really no surprise at all that he's heard quite a bit about the awkward little nerd boy now standing in his garage looking about as out of place as that errant onion ring you sometimes get in an order of fries. he might have never had any intention of going out of his way to introduce himself to the guy, but now that he's finally getting a good look at him, he's a little bit glad that he'd decided to stay home and work on his baby a little before going out for the night.
castiel might have a few years on him by dint of being a grad student, but he'll be damned if he doesn't look almost small, shy and – maybe? – just this side of flustered, standing there staring at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world. at least while he's busy staring at grease-stained hands dean has a chance to really look him over, looking every bit the part of a student that takes his responsibility as one way too seriously. but that dark, messy hair and those bright blue eyes are enough to draw his attention for a second longer than he'd intended, and if castiel catches his gaze lingering, well. that's just going to have to be that. )
The one and only. ( he briefly reaches down to retrieve a socket wrench that is precariously close to falling from the edge of the engine block and getting itself lost in a mess of wires and hoses, but then his attention is back to where it belongs. that little stutter, the way he looks like he's trying way too hard to keep from tripping over his words even more than he already has, oh … that's just begging for a little bit of teasing. ) Want a beer, or something? I'm guessing you're here for one of your little study dates, and I'll be damned if I know where Sam is, but he's gotta come back sometime. ( whoops, have a wink and a grin. )
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now, sam has a tendency to ramble about things even on a bad day – the good days are the ones in which he gets all kinds of stories, whether about his classes or work study or the sad salad he had for lunch in the student union – so it's really no surprise at all that he's heard quite a bit about the awkward little nerd boy now standing in his garage looking about as out of place as that errant onion ring you sometimes get in an order of fries. he might have never had any intention of going out of his way to introduce himself to the guy, but now that he's finally getting a good look at him, he's a little bit glad that he'd decided to stay home and work on his baby a little before going out for the night.
castiel might have a few years on him by dint of being a grad student, but he'll be damned if he doesn't look almost small, shy and – maybe? – just this side of flustered, standing there staring at the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world. at least while he's busy staring at grease-stained hands dean has a chance to really look him over, looking every bit the part of a student that takes his responsibility as one way too seriously. but that dark, messy hair and those bright blue eyes are enough to draw his attention for a second longer than he'd intended, and if castiel catches his gaze lingering, well. that's just going to have to be that. )
The one and only. ( he briefly reaches down to retrieve a socket wrench that is precariously close to falling from the edge of the engine block and getting itself lost in a mess of wires and hoses, but then his attention is back to where it belongs. that little stutter, the way he looks like he's trying way too hard to keep from tripping over his words even more than he already has, oh … that's just begging for a little bit of teasing. ) Want a beer, or something? I'm guessing you're here for one of your little study dates, and I'll be damned if I know where Sam is, but he's gotta come back sometime. ( whoops, have a wink and a grin. )