[ cas is quiet, watching the way dean fiddles the bottlecap between his fingers, the way his eyes drop and his voice quiets in a way cas is entirely familiar with. he's been living in close quarters with dean for years now, and dean certainly hasn't gotten more talkative with time, that's for sure, so cas has gotten good at reading him, knows all of his expressions, even the soft, subtle ones. it's the only real language they have, anymore.
but he doesn't say anything, because like all the rest, it doesn't come naturally to him anymore. cas shakes his head, then lifts a hand palm out before reaching into his front pocket for his pack of smokes. ]
No, Dean, don't be ridiculous, you don't have to.
[ and he wouldn't expect it, anyway. pay him for something? please. pulling a cigarette between his lips, cas lights up and sucks deep, speaking through his smoking exhale. ]
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but he doesn't say anything, because like all the rest, it doesn't come naturally to him anymore. cas shakes his head, then lifts a hand palm out before reaching into his front pocket for his pack of smokes. ]
No, Dean, don't be ridiculous, you don't have to.
[ and he wouldn't expect it, anyway. pay him for something? please. pulling a cigarette between his lips, cas lights up and sucks deep, speaking through his smoking exhale. ]
Think of it as a welcome gift, right?