( where castiel has failed in the ways of social interaction, dean has passed with flying colors; it's one of the only things he's managed without right out cheating, truth be told, because books have never been his thing, and he's always been more interested in hands-on experience. it's just how he tends to learn things when it all comes down to it, sammy had inherited the brains of the operation and dean had gotten everything else, if you ask him. the looks, the social convention … he can do it all without much of even batting an eye, and while it might be anyone's guess how he managed to be able to talk to people with such ease and finesse, here he is, all smiles and wide open demeanor.
maybe he's still unconsciously picking up where sam had left off, but he doesn't like to think in terms like that, because his little brother has come a long way as far as his social compass is concerned. leave him be, let him find his own way, that sort of thing. dean knows he'll find his way sooner rather than later –
especially if this little nerd has anything to do with it.
dean takes another purposeful, long pull from his beer and comes back around to the front of the impala, studying his work thus far. he's been working on updating things a little bit, putting some better-looking valve covers in, but forgive him for the smallest second if he's more concerned with the body that's currently taking up space in his garage. a body that –
… seems hell-bent on putting distance between them. hm. that just won't do. ) Pizza … hope he remembered the extra pepperoni. ( like it was meant for him. honestly, dean, you're too privileged for your own good.
he keeps eye contact, because he's never been all that adverse to such a thing – even if, sometimes, depending on the person keep the contact with him, it ends up feeling a little … skeevy – but he ends up looking away for a tiny moment, making a small, contemplative sound in the back of his throat. ) Actually, before you go, could you hand me that? ( he makes a vague motion to the box of tools he's left on the workbench just to castiel's left, just to see if he picks up on what he wants him to toss him, every little bit the little shit he's been accused of being before. )
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Date: 30 Dec 2015 12:31 (UTC)maybe he's still unconsciously picking up where sam had left off, but he doesn't like to think in terms like that, because his little brother has come a long way as far as his social compass is concerned. leave him be, let him find his own way, that sort of thing. dean knows he'll find his way sooner rather than later –
especially if this little nerd has anything to do with it.
dean takes another purposeful, long pull from his beer and comes back around to the front of the impala, studying his work thus far. he's been working on updating things a little bit, putting some better-looking valve covers in, but forgive him for the smallest second if he's more concerned with the body that's currently taking up space in his garage. a body that –
… seems hell-bent on putting distance between them. hm. that just won't do. ) Pizza … hope he remembered the extra pepperoni. ( like it was meant for him. honestly, dean, you're too privileged for your own good.
he keeps eye contact, because he's never been all that adverse to such a thing – even if, sometimes, depending on the person keep the contact with him, it ends up feeling a little … skeevy – but he ends up looking away for a tiny moment, making a small, contemplative sound in the back of his throat. ) Actually, before you go, could you hand me that? ( he makes a vague motion to the box of tools he's left on the workbench just to castiel's left, just to see if he picks up on what he wants him to toss him, every little bit the little shit he's been accused of being before. )
I could use your help, if you don't mind …