( generally speaking, doing something like this wouldn't normally be on or anywhere near the list of things he would choose to do with his free time, given a choice. he does like the stars, they've discussed this already, but it's true that he doesn't think as highly of them as sam and castiel do. they're pretty little dots in the sky, that's about all he knows – none of the science jargon behind it to explain the hows and whys behind giant, distant balls of gas, and he's more than content to stay in his blissful state of ignorance, thank you so very much.
it had been kind of cute, really, the thought of the two of them gearing up for one of their nerd dates. he's been thinking recently, maybe no more than a month by now that they're already starting to act like an old married couple, taking delight in the smallest things that any normal human being would tend to overlook without any thought to it at all – and sam, he'd been so ready for this trip that dean is pretty sure he'd packed his things and had everything ready to go a couple of days prior to leaving. which just makes it even more sad that he kid's been taken down for the count by something as simple as a stomach bug, too damned nauseous to do anything but lie in his bed and whine about how nauseous he is, how the world is spinning and would dean please bring him some diet ginger ale with exactly five ice cubes?
… that last part is an exaggeration, of course, but the song remains the same. and the look in castiel's eyes when he'd thought he would have to miss out on this trip? the way his eyes had gone all round and wide, and he'd tried to hide his disappointment, tried his best to reassure sam that there would be other times, other meteor showers that they could see together –
he's gotten close enough to cas in the past months that he hadn't wanted that disappointment to stay. and of course he isn't going to understand everything that comes out of the other's mouth when he goes for an explanation, or simply goes on rambling about a certain cluster or the like, but he can certainly appreciate the beauty of it all, the things in nature that gather together to make everything on their earth just a little bit miraculous.
so the drive is peaceful. pleasant. idle conversation slipping back and forth between small stretches of silence, and it's more than enough for him to just get out and stretch his legs when they check in, when castiel reserves the time in july for him and sam to come up for themselves – and at the top of that hill, blanket laid down, dean doesn't bother the little sigh of pleasure he gives as he lowers himself to the ground, unconsciously leaving very little personal space between himself and his resident stargazer. bracing himself on his elbows, stretched out and crossed at the ankle comfortably, and while he's listening to everything that castiel says, the high point of his amusement is, as always, the animated way the other talks about something like a star going hypernova. )
Isn't that what killed off the dinosaurs? ( he reaches for that half-empty beer can, takes a sip of it for himself even though the cooler he brought with them is well within reach – because the look cas gets on his face when he infringes upon little things like personal space and sharing cooties, it's all the entertainment he thinks he'll ever need, and …
well, it's kind of adorable. there. he said it. ) Some big rock smacked into the Earth and they all got turned into dust, or something?
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Date: 14 Jan 2016 06:59 (UTC)it had been kind of cute, really, the thought of the two of them gearing up for one of their nerd dates. he's been thinking recently, maybe no more than a month by now that they're already starting to act like an old married couple, taking delight in the smallest things that any normal human being would tend to overlook without any thought to it at all – and sam, he'd been so ready for this trip that dean is pretty sure he'd packed his things and had everything ready to go a couple of days prior to leaving. which just makes it even more sad that he kid's been taken down for the count by something as simple as a stomach bug, too damned nauseous to do anything but lie in his bed and whine about how nauseous he is, how the world is spinning and would dean please bring him some diet ginger ale with exactly five ice cubes?
… that last part is an exaggeration, of course, but the song remains the same. and the look in castiel's eyes when he'd thought he would have to miss out on this trip? the way his eyes had gone all round and wide, and he'd tried to hide his disappointment, tried his best to reassure sam that there would be other times, other meteor showers that they could see together –
he's gotten close enough to cas in the past months that he hadn't wanted that disappointment to stay. and of course he isn't going to understand everything that comes out of the other's mouth when he goes for an explanation, or simply goes on rambling about a certain cluster or the like, but he can certainly appreciate the beauty of it all, the things in nature that gather together to make everything on their earth just a little bit miraculous.
so the drive is peaceful. pleasant. idle conversation slipping back and forth between small stretches of silence, and it's more than enough for him to just get out and stretch his legs when they check in, when castiel reserves the time in july for him and sam to come up for themselves – and at the top of that hill, blanket laid down, dean doesn't bother the little sigh of pleasure he gives as he lowers himself to the ground, unconsciously leaving very little personal space between himself and his resident stargazer. bracing himself on his elbows, stretched out and crossed at the ankle comfortably, and while he's listening to everything that castiel says, the high point of his amusement is, as always, the animated way the other talks about something like a star going hypernova. )
Isn't that what killed off the dinosaurs? ( he reaches for that half-empty beer can, takes a sip of it for himself even though the cooler he brought with them is well within reach – because the look cas gets on his face when he infringes upon little things like personal space and sharing cooties, it's all the entertainment he thinks he'll ever need, and …
well, it's kind of adorable. there. he said it. ) Some big rock smacked into the Earth and they all got turned into dust, or something?