The phrasing there is odd, but when you're old, Castiel can only assume that's how you see things. He takes another bite, chews long enough to savor the smokey flavor, and swallows.
"I'm twenty-eight," he says, though honestly he's hardly interested in sharing details about himself, because Dean's answer has opened up an entire slew of questions. I was never supposed to live this long. That comment alone is enough to make it entirely obvious that what Dean is, what he has become, is.. unnatural. That it's likely that he was not born this way, but changed somehow. Werewolves come to mind; of course he's heard plenty of stories of wolf men, of merfolk and minotaurs and all semblance of creatures that are not quite human. He presses his lips together, trying to be tactful, but really, he suspects tact would be more or less lost on a creature like Dean, anyway.
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Date: 22 Jun 2016 04:06 (UTC)"I'm twenty-eight," he says, though honestly he's hardly interested in sharing details about himself, because Dean's answer has opened up an entire slew of questions. I was never supposed to live this long. That comment alone is enough to make it entirely obvious that what Dean is, what he has become, is.. unnatural. That it's likely that he was not born this way, but changed somehow. Werewolves come to mind; of course he's heard plenty of stories of wolf men, of merfolk and minotaurs and all semblance of creatures that are not quite human. He presses his lips together, trying to be tactful, but really, he suspects tact would be more or less lost on a creature like Dean, anyway.
"So you were.. not born this way?"