[ Cas follows her gaze, small puff of breath falling from his lips. Right. The gun. He rolls a bony shoulder, not terribly apologetic. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ And it's bizarre. Letting someone into Dean's space who knows Dean but whom Cas doesn't even have a clue about. Dean's got a life here.
When he's not dead.
Cas almost wants to laugh. He doesn't. Instead he leads Skye inside, keeping the gun but holstering it. The house isn't... much. It doesn't look lived in except for the candles and incense. The stairs leading up to the second floor look newer than the rest of the house, as if someone put in work. It's dark.
Cas is about to lead her into the living room - with the stained glass window of Dean torturing souls in Hell. He... doesn't. Pivots at the last moment and nods towards a different hallway before moving there.
The house doesn't look lived in. It looks like a squatter's house.
Cas grabs a bottle of wine and puts it on the table. He doesn't offer Dean's whiskey. ]
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Yeah, sure.
[ And it's bizarre. Letting someone into Dean's space who knows Dean but whom Cas doesn't even have a clue about. Dean's got a life here.
When he's not dead.
Cas almost wants to laugh. He doesn't. Instead he leads Skye inside, keeping the gun but holstering it. The house isn't... much. It doesn't look lived in except for the candles and incense. The stairs leading up to the second floor look newer than the rest of the house, as if someone put in work. It's dark.
Cas is about to lead her into the living room - with the stained glass window of Dean torturing souls in Hell. He... doesn't. Pivots at the last moment and nods towards a different hallway before moving there.
The house doesn't look lived in. It looks like a squatter's house.
Cas grabs a bottle of wine and puts it on the table. He doesn't offer Dean's whiskey. ]
So...