[ There's a knock on the door, and for the longest time, Cas can only squint into the darkness thinking... 'why'.
Dean doesn't knock. It's his house.
Castiel could certainly just drop in if he cared to.
Cas sure isn't capable of making friends and therefore doesn't expect anyone to show up. Well, plus, he's more used to not having a door to begin with.
Does this mean Dean's made friends?
huh.
He makes his way to the door, blue eyes glassy. He's wearing frayed jeans and some bandages around his torso, covering wounds and stitches he carried over from his death back home that are still healing, but nothing else. His feet are bare, and make little noise as he pads to the front door. There is a gun in his hand, because he has the distinct impression that Dean's gonna be really pissed if Cas manages to get himself killed by opening the door to some monster without a means of defense.
Do the monsters here knock? Well, no time like the present to find out.
Already forgetting about the existence of peepholes, Cas opens the door to... find a small distressed woman.
Huh... well, this is Dean's house, so that checks out. He blinks, slowly. She looks young for Dean, but then, who is he to judge. He's several billions of years older than anyone he chooses to sleep with.
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Dean doesn't knock. It's his house.
Castiel could certainly just drop in if he cared to.
Cas sure isn't capable of making friends and therefore doesn't expect anyone to show up. Well, plus, he's more used to not having a door to begin with.
Does this mean Dean's made friends?
huh.
He makes his way to the door, blue eyes glassy. He's wearing frayed jeans and some bandages around his torso, covering wounds and stitches he carried over from his death back home that are still healing, but nothing else. His feet are bare, and make little noise as he pads to the front door. There is a gun in his hand, because he has the distinct impression that Dean's gonna be really pissed if Cas manages to get himself killed by opening the door to some monster without a means of defense.
Do the monsters here knock? Well, no time like the present to find out.
Already forgetting about the existence of peepholes, Cas opens the door to... find a small distressed woman.
Huh... well, this is Dean's house, so that checks out. He blinks, slowly. She looks young for Dean, but then, who is he to judge. He's several billions of years older than anyone he chooses to sleep with.
Cas' lips twitch up into a humourless smile. ]
Ah... you, uh. He's not here. Dean, that is.