Dean can smell him the moment he steps back into the castle. It's alive and fresh and he decides he likes it all but immediately. It's certainly better than the dusty scent that has settled over much of the castle. It hasn't been cleaned in so long. And then suddenly he's wondering where the hell he's going to put Castiel. The cells would hide his scent, would keep them separated by bars. And for all this is the hunter's son, he hadn't come here to harm him. Imprisoning him for caring about his father is kind of a dick move. And it's not like he could kill him if he even found the courage to try.
So with a huff, he moves over the window Castiel is lingering at. "...Well, come on. I'll show you your room."
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Date: 13 Jun 2016 14:58 (UTC)So with a huff, he moves over the window Castiel is lingering at. "...Well, come on. I'll show you your room."