Dean returns just in time to hear noise in the kitchen, and the fury he managed to slash into trees rises up again. Thinking is hard to do when he's seeing red and he storms into the kitchen where Castiel is eating, and he stiffens, snarls. It probably makes for a terrible first impression in the light of day. Without the shadows to hide in, he's tall and broad, fur a brown and grey peppering. There's something human about his basic shape, about the way he walks on two legs, but his eyes glisten like a wolf's, his teeth and nails sharp.
Without the darkness to cloak him he suddenly feels...vulnerable in a way, exposed. Everything he hates seeing in the mirror the only thing anyone else is likely to see at all. But he's still too angry to dwell on it for long.
"What are you doing?" It's all but growled. Because he knows exactly what Castiel is up to. Raiding spoiled food from the kitchens rather than joining him for fresh food at breakfast. That's how much he already despises his company.
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Date: 14 Jun 2016 14:20 (UTC)Without the darkness to cloak him he suddenly feels...vulnerable in a way, exposed. Everything he hates seeing in the mirror the only thing anyone else is likely to see at all. But he's still too angry to dwell on it for long.
"What are you doing?" It's all but growled. Because he knows exactly what Castiel is up to. Raiding spoiled food from the kitchens rather than joining him for fresh food at breakfast. That's how much he already despises his company.