[ sorry dean, he definitely doesn't get the reference; his parents never allowed him to watch fun movies growing up, or really any television at all. father was always very strict about what they were exposed to, and how they were allowed to spend their free time, and by the time he was old enough to buy his own television he was too old for children's movies, and never bothered to go back to them.

so nope. no idea who buzz lightyear is, but he does understand the context, and what it is that dean's trying to say.

castiel's eyes drop, and he spins the can of beer in his hand for a moment, idly, then lifts it to his mouth for a drink. ]

Well, I wouldn't say real easy, Dean.

[ he says, with a mirthless, throaty laugh. castiel's self esteem is surely better than it was when he was growing up, but going into space.. that's a feat, really. it's difficult, you have to be good, really good, and dedicated, and he will surely try his best but he's not going to hope too hard. ]

Someone.. once said something like that to me before.

[ he says, almost hesitantly; bringing up meg, even tangentially, even so many years later, is still so impossibly painful sometimes. definitely when he's a little tipsy, and stretched out beneath the stars, enjoying a quiet moment. he smiles, soft and aching. ]

But of course I'll try. It might not amount to anything.