( they're about as normal as a set of brothers that spent too much time with each other can be; they know too much about one another, their habits, idiosyncrasies and bad habits, enough that they could probably finish each other's sentences if they ever thought to do it. ( and if it weren't, you know, dumb. ) they're considerate of themselves and each other, especially where food is concerned, because dean is nothing if the furthest thing from a picky eater when it comes to the unhealthy stuff, and now that he knows there's going to be pizza involved, he's wondering if the kid had the foresight to remember he's out of pie and is going to bring some more back …
eh. he'll see. push comes to shove he'll go out and get some himself, a whole one that is meant for him and no one else. because whoever coined the phrase 'sharing is caring' deserves to be tossed into a ditch and left for the worms. sharing is not caring. sharing is the devil.
he knows good and well that castiel is trying to make his great escape, and wouldn't you know it, he's just not ready to relinquish his hold on what could potentially be his new toy just yet. ( yeah, he's already thinking this is going to be interesting, and he can't help but to keep going with it. ) and castiel is right not to believe that he just hadn't gotten the hint, though he tries to remain impassive when the bewilderment flickers across his expression.
man … if he would stop being so ridiculously cute, it wouldn't be so much fun to mess with him a little. ( and then a little becomes a lot, and then … ) ) Three-eighths socket wrench. Right there. ( he keeps pointing, making vague gestures on purpose – because he's nothing if not a bit of a twerp when he's being cute about it – and ducks back under the hood for a small moment to needlessly tighten a hose. )
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eh. he'll see. push comes to shove he'll go out and get some himself, a whole one that is meant for him and no one else. because whoever coined the phrase 'sharing is caring' deserves to be tossed into a ditch and left for the worms. sharing is not caring. sharing is the devil.
he knows good and well that castiel is trying to make his great escape, and wouldn't you know it, he's just not ready to relinquish his hold on what could potentially be his new toy just yet. ( yeah, he's already thinking this is going to be interesting, and he can't help but to keep going with it. ) and castiel is right not to believe that he just hadn't gotten the hint, though he tries to remain impassive when the bewilderment flickers across his expression.
man … if he would stop being so ridiculously cute, it wouldn't be so much fun to mess with him a little. ( and then a little becomes a lot, and then … ) ) Three-eighths socket wrench. Right there. ( he keeps pointing, making vague gestures on purpose – because he's nothing if not a bit of a twerp when he's being cute about it – and ducks back under the hood for a small moment to needlessly tighten a hose. )
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