[ castiel frowns in deep disapproval at dean's blatant jab at his vocabulary, but to his credit he doesn't rise to the bait. rude, though. don't be jealous, dean. read more. the articles in hustler don't count.
at any rate, he relents, because there's really no reason to hang about in this garage anyway, unless he's watching dean work, but apparently dean has other plans - an agenda on pizza, most likely - and that's just as well.
still castiel can't help but feel a little.. torn, between wanting sam to hurry back now to break this strange, warm tension, and wanting him to stay out a little longer, just so he can prolong it. it's difficult, bouncing between the two, unable to decide if this feeling is comfortable or not when it is most certainly nothing worth pursuing. unlike dean, castiel doesn't bury himself in one night stands - on the contrary, after losing meg, and the terrible, tumultuous storm of his life thereafter, castiel has abstained. stood back. after he'd picked himself up off the ground, gotten himself clean and straightened out his head, he hasn't bothered with anyone. and that's just as well, really. no one has captivated him like she has, before or since. no one has ever tempted him to rethink it, or been worth the passing thought.
that is..
well. stirrings of his long-dormant libido aside, dean is off limits. so he decides to hope that sam will arrive sooner rather than later, because the distraction will be more than welcome. he follows dean inside, nonetheless, and moves to drop his bag into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, where he and sam generally sit. ]
I'll find something, thank you.
[ it's not as if he hasn't been here plenty of times before. just.. not while dean has, somehow. ]
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at any rate, he relents, because there's really no reason to hang about in this garage anyway, unless he's watching dean work, but apparently dean has other plans - an agenda on pizza, most likely - and that's just as well.
still castiel can't help but feel a little.. torn, between wanting sam to hurry back now to break this strange, warm tension, and wanting him to stay out a little longer, just so he can prolong it. it's difficult, bouncing between the two, unable to decide if this feeling is comfortable or not when it is most certainly nothing worth pursuing. unlike dean, castiel doesn't bury himself in one night stands - on the contrary, after losing meg, and the terrible, tumultuous storm of his life thereafter, castiel has abstained. stood back. after he'd picked himself up off the ground, gotten himself clean and straightened out his head, he hasn't bothered with anyone. and that's just as well, really. no one has captivated him like she has, before or since. no one has ever tempted him to rethink it, or been worth the passing thought.
that is..
well. stirrings of his long-dormant libido aside, dean is off limits. so he decides to hope that sam will arrive sooner rather than later, because the distraction will be more than welcome. he follows dean inside, nonetheless, and moves to drop his bag into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, where he and sam generally sit. ]
I'll find something, thank you.
[ it's not as if he hasn't been here plenty of times before. just.. not while dean has, somehow. ]