( well, that's one thing he and sam have in common; sam has always been one of the most polite people he's ever known, and while dean himself isn't exactly the rudest human being on the planet, his little brother definitely got all the manners. growing up saying things like 'please' and 'thank you' without having to be reminded that it was proper etiquette? that's his sammy.
but it's obvious that castiel has been here often enough that he's comfortable with the layout of things. comfortable enough with himself to help himself without having to ask permission, and that's all right with him. it's easier than playing host which, again, is something his brother is better at, has the attentive nature for it that this one sorely lacks.
and it's not that he feels obligated to keep him company until sam gets back – moreover, he wants to stick around, see how things pan out, and even though he doesn't feel any of that discomfort settling in for himself, he can sense the smallest bit of tension in the air, wonders what it might be. really, he's asking about the universe not out of any real lack of something to say, but more because he's interested in the answer he gets. whether it's a joke, or –
… exactly what he'd been expecting, the deadpan truthful sort of thing that has no whimsy to it at all, and he has to keep himself from rolling his eyes. come on, man … you can do better than that, can't you?
dean huffs out a laugh and takes another pull from his beer. ) You don't say. So no new planets, meteor showers, anything cool like that? ( now he's just being an ass, and he knows it, and castiel should be able to sense it in the way his grin spreads across the line of his mouth. ) Pluto still kicked out of the planet club?
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Date: 7 Jan 2016 07:39 (UTC)but it's obvious that castiel has been here often enough that he's comfortable with the layout of things. comfortable enough with himself to help himself without having to ask permission, and that's all right with him. it's easier than playing host which, again, is something his brother is better at, has the attentive nature for it that this one sorely lacks.
and it's not that he feels obligated to keep him company until sam gets back – moreover, he wants to stick around, see how things pan out, and even though he doesn't feel any of that discomfort settling in for himself, he can sense the smallest bit of tension in the air, wonders what it might be. really, he's asking about the universe not out of any real lack of something to say, but more because he's interested in the answer he gets. whether it's a joke, or –
… exactly what he'd been expecting, the deadpan truthful sort of thing that has no whimsy to it at all, and he has to keep himself from rolling his eyes. come on, man … you can do better than that, can't you?
dean huffs out a laugh and takes another pull from his beer. ) You don't say. So no new planets, meteor showers, anything cool like that? ( now he's just being an ass, and he knows it, and castiel should be able to sense it in the way his grin spreads across the line of his mouth. ) Pluto still kicked out of the planet club?