( generally speaking, it's something that he should have grown out of at a much earlier age; but some things stick around even when everything else dissipates, and old habits die hard, so even if the natural flirtation is front and center most of the time, there are other little nuances that make their way into his mannerisms, things that might go unnoticed unless you know what you're looking for.
still, he's never been beyond chasing down what he wants, generally having more fun with the chase itself to allow it to go any other way – and if he's perfectly honest with himself, this whole playing coy thing he thinks he's getting going with cas is far more amusing than he'd thought it would be, especially considering he's pretty sure the guy has no idea at fucking all what's going through his head. that he's even remotely doing and saying certain things on purpose instead of playing them off as a simple slip of the tongue or a shift in a brain-to-mouth filter that doesn't even really exist.
dean winchester might not be the greatest at relationships, or even thinking about them, but some things are worth checking out even if they don't work out in the long run, and cas … for all his pining, his nerdery, his passion, it's worth at least poking around and testing the waters to see what it gets him.
he stretches idly, reaching for the beer can between them and purposely-but-accidentally brushing the tips of his fingers against the other's as he picks it up and drains it of what remains of its contents. he's sure he'll get another look for having done so, and he's looking forward to it, because it's just one more thing that endears castiel to him in the smaller scheme of things. ) How come?
( he keeps his gaze leveled on the solemnity of the other's expression, genuinely interested in what response he might get in explanation. if he's been reaching for the stars for so long, why be convinced that that dream won't ever be actualized? why try at all if that's the case? )
I mean, not that it's the worst thing to keep both feet on the ground. ( coming from someone that hates flying, well. that doesn't even count. ) But it kinda seems like a waste, y'know?
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still, he's never been beyond chasing down what he wants, generally having more fun with the chase itself to allow it to go any other way – and if he's perfectly honest with himself, this whole playing coy thing he thinks he's getting going with cas is far more amusing than he'd thought it would be, especially considering he's pretty sure the guy has no idea at fucking all what's going through his head. that he's even remotely doing and saying certain things on purpose instead of playing them off as a simple slip of the tongue or a shift in a brain-to-mouth filter that doesn't even really exist.
dean winchester might not be the greatest at relationships, or even thinking about them, but some things are worth checking out even if they don't work out in the long run, and cas … for all his pining, his nerdery, his passion, it's worth at least poking around and testing the waters to see what it gets him.
he stretches idly, reaching for the beer can between them and purposely-but-accidentally brushing the tips of his fingers against the other's as he picks it up and drains it of what remains of its contents. he's sure he'll get another look for having done so, and he's looking forward to it, because it's just one more thing that endears castiel to him in the smaller scheme of things. ) How come?
( he keeps his gaze leveled on the solemnity of the other's expression, genuinely interested in what response he might get in explanation. if he's been reaching for the stars for so long, why be convinced that that dream won't ever be actualized? why try at all if that's the case? )
I mean, not that it's the worst thing to keep both feet on the ground. ( coming from someone that hates flying, well. that doesn't even count. ) But it kinda seems like a waste, y'know?