Dean's hand is only held out as long as it takes for Castiel to take the items before he's pulling it back, tucking it out of view.
That Castiel lingers in the doorway longer than is necessary to take the furs and candles is a little surprising all in itself, and he can see with eyes far too adjusted to the darkness that he's trying to get a better look at him. Curiosity. And he doesn't blame him for that.
But that he actually asks, well that has him blinking in surprise. Even more shocking though is that he asks who, not 'what'.
"...It doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you want." Beast. Monster. Creature. All of it's fitting, probably more so than his actual name that he hasn't heard uttered since his brother passed years ago.
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Date: 14 Jun 2016 04:16 (UTC)That Castiel lingers in the doorway longer than is necessary to take the furs and candles is a little surprising all in itself, and he can see with eyes far too adjusted to the darkness that he's trying to get a better look at him. Curiosity. And he doesn't blame him for that.
But that he actually asks, well that has him blinking in surprise. Even more shocking though is that he asks who, not 'what'.
"...It doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you want." Beast. Monster. Creature. All of it's fitting, probably more so than his actual name that he hasn't heard uttered since his brother passed years ago.