it's just that people like castiel have a tendency to react beautifully to having their feathers ruffles, and really, there's no malice or ill intent behind his teasing. he's quite literally just being himself, and there's not much he can do in the way of stopping himself when the ball gets rolling, so … hey, it's all in good fun, right?
still, sammy had been one of those awkward nerdlets that had been picked on a fair bit when he was younger, before he'd grown a good two feet and filled out more than dean had ever thought he would, learned how to take care of himself when it came to … well, jerks like him that rarely had anything better to do with their time than to raise a little hell.
ducking back under the hood leaves him entirely open to being startled by the sound of his toolbox being dropped unceremoniously onto the workbench, and if he jumps a bit in surprise, er. you didn't see anything. his eyes do go a bit wider, though, and he looks over at castiel with a bit of a knowing look, like damn, this ain't your first rodeo, is it?
still, it doesn't catch him off-guard for too long – and with the other in such close proximity, it's all he can do to lean in close as he reaches for the wrench he "needs," lips quirking upward in that tell-tale smirk and, oh, have another wink for your trouble, huh? )
Thanks.
( turning back around and making it look like he's really using what he'd asked for? mhm. master of bullshittery, this one.
but at least castiel will get a nice view of his back from where he's standing, if he chooses to remain standing there long enough. )
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Date: 31 Dec 2015 23:18 (UTC)it's just that people like castiel have a tendency to react beautifully to having their feathers ruffles, and really, there's no malice or ill intent behind his teasing. he's quite literally just being himself, and there's not much he can do in the way of stopping himself when the ball gets rolling, so … hey, it's all in good fun, right?
still, sammy had been one of those awkward nerdlets that had been picked on a fair bit when he was younger, before he'd grown a good two feet and filled out more than dean had ever thought he would, learned how to take care of himself when it came to … well, jerks like him that rarely had anything better to do with their time than to raise a little hell.
ducking back under the hood leaves him entirely open to being startled by the sound of his toolbox being dropped unceremoniously onto the workbench, and if he jumps a bit in surprise, er. you didn't see anything. his eyes do go a bit wider, though, and he looks over at castiel with a bit of a knowing look, like damn, this ain't your first rodeo, is it?
still, it doesn't catch him off-guard for too long – and with the other in such close proximity, it's all he can do to lean in close as he reaches for the wrench he "needs," lips quirking upward in that tell-tale smirk and, oh, have another wink for your trouble, huh? )
Thanks.
( turning back around and making it look like he's really using what he'd asked for? mhm. master of bullshittery, this one.
but at least castiel will get a nice view of his back from where he's standing, if he chooses to remain standing there long enough. )