[ so he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous about this. it's been awhile since he's seen dean - either dean - which is weird enough, considering he's seen him all but every day for the past handful of years, but.. things have happened.
anyway, he's not nervous enough to avoid visiting him, and it'll be good to see dean with his own eyes, whole and hale and hearty, alive and real. so he stuffs the bottle of whiskey under his arm and sets out to where the windrose is docked, feeling only marginally anxious. taking a few hits an hour or so ago is helping to ease him along too, no doubt. either way, the hatch is open so he hops on in, and the place seems empty enough; surely everyone's, you know, actually out doing things on the station, not cramming themselves onto a tiny ship. but dean is a little bit special.
rapping his knuckles on the archway, cas stares down dean's back, hovering in the doorway. ]
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anyway, he's not nervous enough to avoid visiting him, and it'll be good to see dean with his own eyes, whole and hale and hearty, alive and real. so he stuffs the bottle of whiskey under his arm and sets out to where the windrose is docked, feeling only marginally anxious. taking a few hits an hour or so ago is helping to ease him along too, no doubt. either way, the hatch is open so he hops on in, and the place seems empty enough; surely everyone's, you know, actually out doing things on the station, not cramming themselves onto a tiny ship. but dean is a little bit special.
rapping his knuckles on the archway, cas stares down dean's back, hovering in the doorway. ]
So, uh.. someone call for a pizza?