[ The way Castiel sees it, if there are not several men and women in Deerington vying for Skye's attention on better days, she's either doing something wrong, or the population is blind. It's almost a pity she's not for him - and he can feel that, deep in the empty caverns of what he once was. Lovely, without a doubt, in more ways than one, but... there are some things and some people you don't try to touch. He'd much rather have her like this, comfortable in the mess that connects them.
Cas sets the glasses on the kitchen table, and slides into a chair, gesturing for Syke to sit as well. ]
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[ The way Castiel sees it, if there are not several men and women in Deerington vying for Skye's attention on better days, she's either doing something wrong, or the population is blind. It's almost a pity she's not for him - and he can feel that, deep in the empty caverns of what he once was. Lovely, without a doubt, in more ways than one, but... there are some things and some people you don't try to touch. He'd much rather have her like this, comfortable in the mess that connects them.
Cas sets the glasses on the kitchen table, and slides into a chair, gesturing for Syke to sit as well. ]
What are we toasting to?