Yeah, well... [ He trails off, looking down at the bottle as he picks it up off the table, then admits. ] You're right. Probably should've.
Truth is, I'm not so good at flying.
[ He says, even though Cas already knows it, and Dean knows he does, from what he'd said before. But that's where he's got to start before he can get to the next part. He unscrews the top of the bottle, but just holds it in his hands, flipping the lid in circles between two fingers. ]
...I'm not taking it so well.
[ He pauses there, means to go on about it, but in the end he leaves it at that, and just takes a sip right from the bottle instead. He smacks his lips after and finally looks up at Cas again, tilting the bottle and his chin up in acknowledgment. ]
Thanks. Soon as I find out what counts for cash around here, I'll pay you for the bottle.
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Date: 13 Feb 2016 05:25 (UTC)Truth is, I'm not so good at flying.
[ He says, even though Cas already knows it, and Dean knows he does, from what he'd said before. But that's where he's got to start before he can get to the next part. He unscrews the top of the bottle, but just holds it in his hands, flipping the lid in circles between two fingers. ]
...I'm not taking it so well.
[ He pauses there, means to go on about it, but in the end he leaves it at that, and just takes a sip right from the bottle instead. He smacks his lips after and finally looks up at Cas again, tilting the bottle and his chin up in acknowledgment. ]
Thanks. Soon as I find out what counts for cash around here, I'll pay you for the bottle.