( he would hope that by now, at the very least, castiel has learned that for all the little comments he makes, the expressions he gives, it's never out of any real malicious intent. he teases him, sure, but it's so endearing to hear him ramble on at length over something like stars that he almost can't help himself sometimes, or at the very least, doesn't bother trying to reel himself back in.
he doesn't see the way heat flushes over the rise of his cheekbones, but he practically hears it in the tone of his voice, and there's a sort of smugness in the curve of his grin as he briefly lets his eyes slide shut. as he gives himself a proverbial pat on the back for being able to rile him up so easily, so quickly, and over something as simple as a single word. two syllables. ( he knows that's what it is, has to be, because there's nothing else in that sentence that would have had any bearing on a reaction like that. ah, you predictable little nerd. )
dean breathes in, a slow and easy thing and lowers himself fully onto the blanket, linking his hands behind his head and maintaining his focus on the sky above, the soft glow offering just enough light to outline castiel's prominent features, the fire in his eyes and the firmness of his mouth as he delves yet again into a string of explanations. ) Black hole – I know that one. ( he turns his head, winks, laughs softly again.
and the way he describes it, it sounds … well, phenomenal. in a way that he's sure he can't describe under his own power, because he doesn't know the right words to make sense of it all, but that doesn't take away from the underlying information. sam might have been the one to initially break him into this whole science thing, but biology and astronomy are on two separate ends of the spectrum, and the way castiel talks about it all –
like it's the only thing he's ever known, the only thing he wants to know –
it's more than enough to keep him interested, to keep him rapt, even if he feels the need to chime in every once in a while with a quip or a comment to keep it all light. )
So a star-born death ray could mean the end of life as we know it. ( he sucks the inside of his cheek between his teeth, makes a thoughtful sort of noise that slips out between parted lips. ) Bitchin'.
What's the general shelf-life of a star these days?
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he doesn't see the way heat flushes over the rise of his cheekbones, but he practically hears it in the tone of his voice, and there's a sort of smugness in the curve of his grin as he briefly lets his eyes slide shut. as he gives himself a proverbial pat on the back for being able to rile him up so easily, so quickly, and over something as simple as a single word. two syllables. ( he knows that's what it is, has to be, because there's nothing else in that sentence that would have had any bearing on a reaction like that. ah, you predictable little nerd. )
dean breathes in, a slow and easy thing and lowers himself fully onto the blanket, linking his hands behind his head and maintaining his focus on the sky above, the soft glow offering just enough light to outline castiel's prominent features, the fire in his eyes and the firmness of his mouth as he delves yet again into a string of explanations. ) Black hole – I know that one. ( he turns his head, winks, laughs softly again.
and the way he describes it, it sounds … well, phenomenal. in a way that he's sure he can't describe under his own power, because he doesn't know the right words to make sense of it all, but that doesn't take away from the underlying information. sam might have been the one to initially break him into this whole science thing, but biology and astronomy are on two separate ends of the spectrum, and the way castiel talks about it all –
like it's the only thing he's ever known, the only thing he wants to know –
it's more than enough to keep him interested, to keep him rapt, even if he feels the need to chime in every once in a while with a quip or a comment to keep it all light. )
So a star-born death ray could mean the end of life as we know it. ( he sucks the inside of his cheek between his teeth, makes a thoughtful sort of noise that slips out between parted lips. ) Bitchin'.
What's the general shelf-life of a star these days?