[ malice or no, castiel's feathers are still certainly ruffled, that's for sure; congratulations dean, you've succeeded in getting under his skin. thankfully, castiel is a grown man now, he's not afraid of people anymore, not afraid to stand up for himself and kick the sass right back in equal measure.
so you can find your own damned socket wrench, dean winchester.
still, for as irritated as he is, castiel bounces back quickly enough; he isn't actually angry, only driving a point home, and he's already forgetting about it once he glances back toward dean, and the car, again. he certainly knows what he's doing, doesn't he? castiel doesn't know the first thing about cars, but he knows how things work - that's what physics is all about, after all. the car is an atom, or a chemical compound, made up of different parts that make it what it is, little blocks that fit together to create a bigger, better thing. it's all the same, when it comes down to it. the fabric of the universe, and this car. it's all made of the same stuff. and this stuff, that this car is made out of? it's very nice. well kept. well loved.
pointedly ignoring dean's entirely too distracting smirk and wink, castiel leans toward the impala, his blue eyes squinting thoughtfully, a deep crease appearing in his brow. for what it's worth, he makes no attempt to widen the distance between them, but then again castiel has never been particularly mindful of personal space. ]
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so you can find your own damned socket wrench, dean winchester.
still, for as irritated as he is, castiel bounces back quickly enough; he isn't actually angry, only driving a point home, and he's already forgetting about it once he glances back toward dean, and the car, again. he certainly knows what he's doing, doesn't he? castiel doesn't know the first thing about cars, but he knows how things work - that's what physics is all about, after all. the car is an atom, or a chemical compound, made up of different parts that make it what it is, little blocks that fit together to create a bigger, better thing. it's all the same, when it comes down to it. the fabric of the universe, and this car. it's all made of the same stuff. and this stuff, that this car is made out of? it's very nice. well kept. well loved.
pointedly ignoring dean's entirely too distracting smirk and wink, castiel leans toward the impala, his blue eyes squinting thoughtfully, a deep crease appearing in his brow. for what it's worth, he makes no attempt to widen the distance between them, but then again castiel has never been particularly mindful of personal space. ]
This is your car?