Of course I know how. I was with April when you [ ... no. No, he hadn't lived that far yet, and Castiel doesn't want to have to explain that mess all over again. He sends another text immediately after sending that one (accidentally). ]
When I lost my grace, I had no way to contact you or Sam. She was... nice to me. But it was only to gain my trust so she could kill me. [ And so he's said it anyway. ]
It's all right. Despite their problems, I am fond of my experiences. [ In a way that means he can learn from them and hopefully not repeat them a second time. ] Anyway. I'll let you know when I leave.
[ So he has plenty of time to make the place decent just in case. ]
[ And that's the only message he gets for a while. Or, rather, the entire night. He sort of forgets to say anything when he leaves the meet and greet, sober enough not to make a scene but still a little warm from half the drink he'd had, and when he arrives at his apartment, he enters quietly so he doesn't disturb the person who might be inside. ]
Dean? [ There's always the chance he might not be there, and since he doesn't hear anything... ]
[ honestly, dean isn't expecting cas to even come home. most people (but then cas isn't most people), go out and at least try to get lucky-- and whether they succeed or not, don't come crawling home until the wee hours of the morning. this is not the case with cas. clearly.
dean is laid out on the couch, in boxers and a t-shirt, looking the picture perfect definition of lazy... and maybe lonely, too, on the side. he sits up when cas calls out though, blinking at the suddenly disrupted peace. ]
Cas? In here... What the hell're you doing back already?
[ Somehow, through the course of the evening, Castiel had managed to lose his tie, and he only notices after he removes his jacket that it isn't there. He doesn't pay attention to what Dean is wearing or where he's at, but he is careful about sitting on the end of the sofa so as not to touch Dean in any way. He pulls at the button of his dress shirt near the collar, trying to open it a little.
Is it hot in here, or is that the alcohol already at work...? ]
It's past midnight. [ Of course he'd be back now. ] Unfortunately, I didn't find anyone to bring with me. I saw your brother though. [ If Dean really wants a date, he's going to have to try it himself. Castiel doesn't seem to attract the right kind of attention to fit his requirements for company. ]
[ dean rubs a hand over his face as cas settles on the couch, removing it just in time to see his friend start to unbutton his shirt...
uh...
alright then. he glances off after a moment, clearing his throat as the words sink in. ] Dude, that was a joke. Jesus, I can find my own fun. [ but thanks for trying??? whatever. ]
Sam was there? Was he behavin'? Bein' a kid again must make him all rowdy.
You weren't very specific as to whether or not you were joking.
[ His answer is relatively deadpan, pausing to consider just how much effort he'd actually put into finding someone to bring home with him. Not very much, he realizes. Castiel fiddles with the button he's just loosened, sliding his finger around its edge before giving up and looking to Dean. He feels... well, he feels good but also somewhat tired.
There's a low sigh. ]
It was fine. He doesn't know who I am. [ So there is that. ]
[ dean wants to roll his eyes, but instead he's caught looking at cas' fingers while the once-angel keeps continuing to attempt removing his shirt. why? who the fuck even knows, but it's enough to have dean lightly swatting at cas' hands soon enough. ]
Stop that already. [ what's wrong with you?
...now as for sam, yeah, of course he wouldn't know who cas is. ]
[ Castiel doesn't heed the command, glancing at him before dropping his head to eye the buttons. His fingers are still steady, though not as limber as they should be thanks to the particularly strong drink he'd had, and he frowns before tackling the task at hand. The t-shirt underneath will feel better than both layers, and Dean isn't really in any position to order him around. ]
I told him. [ When he'd made that network post. How could he mistake swinchester for anything else? ] He doesn't believe that I'm an angel.
[ Or was, but Dean should understand what he means. ] Maybe you should speak with him. [ And not say horrible things about him when he does. ]
cas just goes right back to it, leaving dean to look conflicted and angry. stupid cas, stupid shirt... fine, whatever, strip then. ]
Of course he doesn't-- he barely believes a word I say half the time. [ but for him to speak with sam? dean scoffs, the idea absurd. ] So I can what? Tell him you're the guy who ends up breaking his head in the future? Yeah, nice. That'll open a can of worms.
[ He gets all the buttons free and sits with his shirt open, arms resting on his thighs so he can clasp his fingers together. At least Dean can't see the slight look of hurt that passes across his face before he schools it. ]
I keep telling you - things are different from what you remember. Sam's fine. [ At least, as far as Castiel knows. Dean's odd behavior hadn't really been a concern at the time, something he always did when things were strained between them, and having caused all of his brothers and sisters to fall from Heaven... well. ] He said that I should know both of you don't believe in angels.
[ There's the slightest hint of a smile at that, the irony a bit too amusing. ] I thought you might be able to persuade him. He'll listen to you. [ Even if just a little. ]
[ dean eyes cas for a moment longer, then sighs. ]
To be fair, man, you ain't much of an angel right now, anyway. How the hell am I supposed to explain that? [ and that's just facts. to him, sure, cas is always going to be a feathers freak, but proving his holy status to someone like sam when there's no real evidence? yeah...
but... ]
I'll... I'll try, alright? But if he starts callin' us both crazy, it's on you.
[ He sits up a little straighter then, glad to have Dean on his side for once. It's the first time since they'd arrived that he'd actually agreed to meet him more than half way on something. ]
Not everyone needs physical proof to still have faith something exists. [ It's so odd he has to remind Dean of that, but given where they had once stood, it's not that peculiar. Castiel leans back, working on the cuffs of his sleeves so he can remove the dress shirt. ] I think he needs time.
[ After a pause, he glances at the TV that's (suspiciously) off. ]
[ dean doesn't bother replying. instead, he grumbles something about faith and dumb angels as he twists around on the couch a little, making himself more comfortable...
right until his eyes goes to the tv, which is very much off. there's a shrug. ]
Just some... dumb old thing. [ yeah... and what does it matter!! movie's over anyway. dean watches cas for another second, then flicks his eyes back to the tv screen. ] But it was great-- dumb great. You missed a good movie.
[ Speaking of something mundane helps to alleviate the odd strain that's starting to settle between them again, but not all of it, glancing at Dean as he moves and shifting enough to avoid Dean's feet. Seeing him so casual is still fascinating to him, though he keeps himself from staring too long, and instead, Castiel considers the television again. ]
It's still early. [ Relatively speaking anyway. At least for them. ] Would you like to watch something with me?
[ He extends it like another peace offering, something in the way of apologizing for not spending the night with him. ]
[ it might be cas' place, but dean's dominated the couch so yeah, cas better fucking move. dean even nudges him just slightly with a foot, looking all too pleased when the not-angel shifts.
but as for the suggestion... ]
What're you thinking? Two guys on the couch watching pay-per-view porn? [ c h u c k l e.
man, why hadn't he done that before cas came back? dean looks uncomfortable for a minute, but then sighs as he waits for cas to actually suggest something. heck, he even tosses the remote at his friend with a pointed look.
[ Castiel almost reaches out to grab his ankle, knowing that would bring a quick end to Dean prodding him like he needs the entirety of the sofa, but he doesn't. Rather than instigate, he moves to pull himself out of the button-up even as he reaches for the remote. Draping the shirt over the end of the couch, he turns on the TV. ]
Is that what you want to do?
[ Serious as ever, and he starts going through the channels, and then, even worse than that, he starts reading the titles aloud when he gets to them. ] I Just Screwed My Hot Stepmother. [ There's a pause, squinting as if he doesn't actually get it. ] The Hills Have Thighs. [ He looks a little unsure but clicks for a summary, hoping to gain some sort of explanation. Convinced that the average male couldn't tell the difference between a living woman and a corpse, the nefarious Dr. Frankenstein creates an undead sex-kitten named Eve. ]
I don't understand. [ Leave it to him to look for a deeper meaning in a porno. ]
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:00 am (UTC)Youre you
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:05 am (UTC)It's not as complicated as humans make it sound.
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:07 am (UTC)[ he's been nice lately because he misses his best friend... but now dean kinda feels like he doesn't know cas at all, again. ]
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:10 am (UTC)Jesus Cas
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:32 am (UTC)sorry man
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:49 am (UTC)[ So he has plenty of time to make the place decent just in case. ]
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Date: 2015-04-20 11:41 pm (UTC)[ And that's the only message he gets for a while. Or, rather, the entire night. He sort of forgets to say anything when he leaves the meet and greet, sober enough not to make a scene but still a little warm from half the drink he'd had, and when he arrives at his apartment, he enters quietly so he doesn't disturb the person who might be inside. ]
Dean? [ There's always the chance he might not be there, and since he doesn't hear anything... ]
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Date: 2015-04-20 11:58 pm (UTC)dean is laid out on the couch, in boxers and a t-shirt, looking the picture perfect definition of lazy... and maybe lonely, too, on the side. he sits up when cas calls out though, blinking at the suddenly disrupted peace. ]
Cas? In here... What the hell're you doing back already?
[ wait, what time is it... ]
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Date: 2015-04-21 12:20 am (UTC)Is it hot in here, or is that the alcohol already at work...? ]
It's past midnight. [ Of course he'd be back now. ] Unfortunately, I didn't find anyone to bring with me. I saw your brother though. [ If Dean really wants a date, he's going to have to try it himself. Castiel doesn't seem to attract the right kind of attention to fit his requirements for company. ]
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Date: 2015-04-21 12:59 am (UTC)uh...
alright then. he glances off after a moment, clearing his throat as the words sink in. ] Dude, that was a joke. Jesus, I can find my own fun. [ but thanks for trying??? whatever. ]
Sam was there? Was he behavin'? Bein' a kid again must make him all rowdy.
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Date: 2015-04-21 01:32 am (UTC)[ His answer is relatively deadpan, pausing to consider just how much effort he'd actually put into finding someone to bring home with him. Not very much, he realizes. Castiel fiddles with the button he's just loosened, sliding his finger around its edge before giving up and looking to Dean. He feels... well, he feels good but also somewhat tired.
There's a low sigh. ]
It was fine. He doesn't know who I am. [ So there is that. ]
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Date: 2015-04-21 03:51 am (UTC)Stop that already. [ what's wrong with you?
...now as for sam, yeah, of course he wouldn't know who cas is. ]
You haven't told him yet?
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Date: 2015-04-21 04:14 am (UTC)I told him. [ When he'd made that network post. How could he mistake swinchester for anything else? ] He doesn't believe that I'm an angel.
[ Or was, but Dean should understand what he means. ] Maybe you should speak with him. [ And not say horrible things about him when he does. ]
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Date: 2015-04-21 05:12 am (UTC)cas just goes right back to it, leaving dean to look conflicted and angry. stupid cas, stupid shirt... fine, whatever, strip then. ]
Of course he doesn't-- he barely believes a word I say half the time. [ but for him to speak with sam? dean scoffs, the idea absurd. ] So I can what? Tell him you're the guy who ends up breaking his head in the future? Yeah, nice. That'll open a can of worms.
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Date: 2015-04-21 05:34 am (UTC)I keep telling you - things are different from what you remember. Sam's fine. [ At least, as far as Castiel knows. Dean's odd behavior hadn't really been a concern at the time, something he always did when things were strained between them, and having caused all of his brothers and sisters to fall from Heaven... well. ] He said that I should know both of you don't believe in angels.
[ There's the slightest hint of a smile at that, the irony a bit too amusing. ] I thought you might be able to persuade him. He'll listen to you. [ Even if just a little. ]
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Date: 2015-04-21 05:38 am (UTC)To be fair, man, you ain't much of an angel right now, anyway. How the hell am I supposed to explain that? [ and that's just facts. to him, sure, cas is always going to be a feathers freak, but proving his holy status to someone like sam when there's no real evidence? yeah...
but... ]
I'll... I'll try, alright? But if he starts callin' us both crazy, it's on you.
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Date: 2015-04-21 06:00 am (UTC)Not everyone needs physical proof to still have faith something exists. [ It's so odd he has to remind Dean of that, but given where they had once stood, it's not that peculiar. Castiel leans back, working on the cuffs of his sleeves so he can remove the dress shirt. ] I think he needs time.
[ After a pause, he glances at the TV that's (suspiciously) off. ]
What movie did you watch?
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Date: 2015-04-24 07:53 pm (UTC)right until his eyes goes to the tv, which is very much off. there's a shrug. ]
Just some... dumb old thing. [ yeah... and what does it matter!! movie's over anyway. dean watches cas for another second, then flicks his eyes back to the tv screen. ] But it was great-- dumb great. You missed a good movie.
[ so, your loss! ]
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Date: 2015-04-24 09:23 pm (UTC)It's still early. [ Relatively speaking anyway. At least for them. ] Would you like to watch something with me?
[ He extends it like another peace offering, something in the way of apologizing for not spending the night with him. ]
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Date: 2015-04-24 09:36 pm (UTC)but as for the suggestion... ]
What're you thinking? Two guys on the couch watching pay-per-view porn? [ c h u c k l e.
man, why hadn't he done that before cas came back? dean looks uncomfortable for a minute, but then sighs as he waits for cas to actually suggest something. heck, he even tosses the remote at his friend with a pointed look.
go on. ]
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Date: 2015-04-24 10:01 pm (UTC)Is that what you want to do?
[ Serious as ever, and he starts going through the channels, and then, even worse than that, he starts reading the titles aloud when he gets to them. ] I Just Screwed My Hot Stepmother. [ There's a pause, squinting as if he doesn't actually get it. ] The Hills Have Thighs. [ He looks a little unsure but clicks for a summary, hoping to gain some sort of explanation. Convinced that the average male couldn't tell the difference between a living woman and a corpse, the nefarious Dr. Frankenstein creates an undead sex-kitten named Eve. ]
I don't understand. [ Leave it to him to look for a deeper meaning in a porno. ]
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