( ah, there's that look. and as much as it might have been enough to make a lesser man feel guilty for having incited it in the first place, dean winchester is the kind of man that simply grins and takes it, that lopsided and easy sort of thing that shows more teeth than anything, wide enough that his laugh lines show just a little more prominently than they usually do and he's every bit the little shit that he's been accused of his entire life.
why do you find yourself attracted to this man again, cas?
the beer he's given is cracked open the moment it lands safely in his hand, and while he doesn't take a drink, it sits comfortably within curled fingers, a loose grip. of course castiel would take his comments quite literally, and it's enough to bring a rough, low chuckle from the back of his throat as he shakes his head. ) No, I mean like … ( he makes a vague gesture toward the sky with his free hand, like it should be more than obvious what he's trying to say. ) Why not be a real-life Buzz Lightyear? Space cadet? That'd put you up there, real easy. ( because of course he's going to reference a toy instead of a real person, because that's just where his mind takes him when he's trying to make a point, and he's pretty sure it'll be enough to get it across.
maybe. you never know, with this one. some things really do tend to go way over his head.
and, really, he never would have thought to change him. neither would sam, more perhaps he finds a kindred spirit in the way they share a passion for the unknown, but the fact remains that both he and his brother are a hell of a lot more receptive to this little wallflower with his head in the clouds than he might think they are. dean has never fancied himself a particularly judgmental person, but he has had his moments, and where castiel is concerned … nah, he can't think of a single thing he would change.
he likes him just the way he is. wouldn't have him any other way, really.
finally taking a sip from his newly-opened beer, his gaze climbs skyward again. ) 'Sides, doesn't matter if you can't really fly or not. You should always find a way to do what you really wanna do. Otherwise I don't think you want it bad enough.
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Date: 20 Jan 2016 23:14 (UTC)why do you find yourself attracted to this man again, cas?
the beer he's given is cracked open the moment it lands safely in his hand, and while he doesn't take a drink, it sits comfortably within curled fingers, a loose grip. of course castiel would take his comments quite literally, and it's enough to bring a rough, low chuckle from the back of his throat as he shakes his head. ) No, I mean like … ( he makes a vague gesture toward the sky with his free hand, like it should be more than obvious what he's trying to say. ) Why not be a real-life Buzz Lightyear? Space cadet? That'd put you up there, real easy. ( because of course he's going to reference a toy instead of a real person, because that's just where his mind takes him when he's trying to make a point, and he's pretty sure it'll be enough to get it across.
maybe. you never know, with this one. some things really do tend to go way over his head.
and, really, he never would have thought to change him. neither would sam, more perhaps he finds a kindred spirit in the way they share a passion for the unknown, but the fact remains that both he and his brother are a hell of a lot more receptive to this little wallflower with his head in the clouds than he might think they are. dean has never fancied himself a particularly judgmental person, but he has had his moments, and where castiel is concerned … nah, he can't think of a single thing he would change.
he likes him just the way he is. wouldn't have him any other way, really.
finally taking a sip from his newly-opened beer, his gaze climbs skyward again. ) 'Sides, doesn't matter if you can't really fly or not. You should always find a way to do what you really wanna do. Otherwise I don't think you want it bad enough.