[ Cas looks exhausted when he opens the door - gun at his side, too, though when he sees it's her he puts it aside. He looks exhausted, and is only partially dressed, in frayed jeans, feet and chest bare. He's lean bordering on too thin, like a man who regularly doesn't give his body everything it needs. It's not terrible, not at all - not malnourished so much as mildly underfed. Just noticable enough to the perceptive eye. ]
Welcome back.
[ His voice is a hoarse mess, but her gestures her inside and steps away from the door. ]
Come on in.
[ And he turns around, leading the way back into the dark house. On his sharp shoulder blades, she'll be able to see his antler tattoo - like broken wing stumps on his back, bleeding slightly. ]
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Welcome back.
[ His voice is a hoarse mess, but her gestures her inside and steps away from the door. ]
Come on in.
[ And he turns around, leading the way back into the dark house. On his sharp shoulder blades, she'll be able to see his antler tattoo - like broken wing stumps on his back, bleeding slightly. ]