[ Cas asks it with almost casual dismissal. He's used to Dean being cold towards him, quite frankly. Being the catalyst for annoyance or hypothetical anger seems preferrable, to him - at least then Dean feels something for him. At least if Cas gets under his skin in bad ways, it's a dialogue rather than a shut door. It's been a long while since they've been... friends, Cas supposes. If they'd ever been. Angels don't have a good measure for such things. ]
Yes. Sorry, I'm supposed to be more charming about this, right? I mean... don't get me wrong, you're, uhm.... still beautiful. Just... beautiful still looks like shit after a month without sleep. And... an accident.
[ Oh. Oh, does she think he's not gonna grab onto this and use it to needle at her?
Well. ]
And here I thought you wanted to make a delivery. Just here for one thing, aren't you. By all means - go ahead. I'm sure I'll find something nice to say.
[ And that grin? Yeah, that is for once tinged with actual amusement. ]
[ Cas leads the way back to the kitchen. It's a broken house - the living room is hardly more comfortable. Especially with stained glass of Dean's torturing days in Hell hovering over the couch.
Cas stops for a moment, puts a hand on Sky's shoulder, the other over his heart. ]
You don't look so shitty that I'd, uhm... call it bumping uglies.
[ There's no edge there either, though, just a flippant comment. Cas moves about the kitchen for a moment, getting them glasses and whiskey, and pouring a generous double into each glass. ]
[ 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. ]
[Even with being engaged, there are days where Skye really struggles with the fact that she can actually be loved by other people. Growing up and not getting that kind of attention or love has really left her fucked up. Constantly trying to please other people, not believing in herself...
Yeah. She was messed up.
Sitting down slowly, Skye winces before she finally sits down fully.]
Oh.
[She wasn’t expecting to toast to anything.]
I don’t know.
[Dean was dead. It was her fault. Was there anything to really toast to?]
[ There's always something to toast to. Even when there's nothing good. Toast to one step closer to the grave, as long as you don't know that there will be no peace for you in death. Toast to how it only hurts when you breathe. Toast to how at least no one hates you more than yourself.
Cas' eyes linger on Skye for a moment, then he holds his glass out to her, to clink hers against if she so wishes. ]
[Wordlessly, Skye taps her glass against his before downing the whole thing at once.
So much for savoring it.
Hissing through gritted teeth at the way it burns as it goes down, Skye places the, now empty, glass on the table. Gaze lifting to look at him again, she's doing a very shitty job of hiding the sympathetic look on her face as she thinks about how this is where he ended up after dying. Hardly seems fair, to say the least.
Now his friend is dead and it's her fault. Looking to her empty glass, she picks it up and turns it over in her hand.]
[Eyebrows rising in surprise, Skye isn’t about to argue considering Cas knows him better than she does.]
Guess we’ll just have to get him some more.
[Smiling tightly in response to his grin, Skye holds her glass out for him to fill and waits for him to finish before knocking it back. Probably not her best idea. Drinking when she hasn’t eaten today, which hadn’t occurred to her until right now.]
There would’ve been a time I would’ve thought you were insane, you know. Talking about the not!Zombies from back home. Hell, other worlds actually existing alone...
[She wants to know more about where he’s from, but she wasn’t sure if he’d actually want to talk about it. And sitting in silence just wasn’t her thing.]
Until aliens came and destroyed Midtown Manhattan.
[It’s said as a joke, but it does bother her. Who wants to be called a monster? Even if there were times, especially in the beginning, where she saw herself that way.]
I’m an inhuman. Mostly human with some alien DNA thrown in there. Didn’t even know that was a thing until I got my powers last year.
[ Cas sets the bottle on the table. Sets his glass down, too, and instead just puts an elbow on the table and looks at Skyle. His lips quirked a little, one eyebrow cocked. There's no intent in his glassy eyes, but there's something there, barbed wire on his tongue, but of the good-natured kind for once. ]
The amounts of lewd jokes this is just opening up is truly astonishing.
[Skye takes another sip of her drink before setting it down. She already feels warm from the two double shots she just had, so walking home will be interesting.]
I, uh... am a wavelength of celestial intent. Concentrated light and energy. I'm about the size of your Chrysler Building. Give or take. Well, uhm. Used to be, of course.
I don't know, It's freaked some people out before.
[Like Dean.
Skye has met some--
Interesting people, since arriving here, but what Cas tells her floors her. Especially when she grew up in a Catholic orphanage where religion was shoved down her throat.]
Like an angel?
[She says the words slowly, hoping he meant something else, because she hadn't prepared to have her beliefs shaken. Again.]
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[ Cas asks it with almost casual dismissal. He's used to Dean being cold towards him, quite frankly. Being the catalyst for annoyance or hypothetical anger seems preferrable, to him - at least then Dean feels something for him. At least if Cas gets under his skin in bad ways, it's a dialogue rather than a shut door. It's been a long while since they've been... friends, Cas supposes. If they'd ever been. Angels don't have a good measure for such things. ]
Yes. Sorry, I'm supposed to be more charming about this, right? I mean... don't get me wrong, you're, uhm.... still beautiful. Just... beautiful still looks like shit after a month without sleep. And... an accident.
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[Skye obviously has no idea just how turbulent their relationship is. She’ll get him some more whiskey too.
Snorting softly, Skye winces as it sends a shooting pain in her side.]
You think that’s bad? You should see what’s under here.
[...]
That didn’t come out right.
[Save her. Please.]
Where did you say that whiskey was?
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Well. ]
And here I thought you wanted to make a delivery. Just here for one thing, aren't you. By all means - go ahead. I'm sure I'll find something nice to say.
[ And that grin? Yeah, that is for once tinged with actual amusement. ]
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Hilarious.
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[ Cas leads the way back to the kitchen. It's a broken house - the living room is hardly more comfortable. Especially with stained glass of Dean's torturing days in Hell hovering over the couch.
Cas stops for a moment, puts a hand on Sky's shoulder, the other over his heart. ]
You don't look so shitty that I'd, uhm... call it bumping uglies.
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Shut up. I didn’t come here to get insulted.
[Yeah, she’s so insulted. That’s why she’s biting back tired, but real smile.]
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[ There's no edge there either, though, just a flippant comment. Cas moves about the kitchen for a moment, getting them glasses and whiskey, and pouring a generous double into each glass. ]
I'll compliment you once October is over. Deal?
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Guess that leaves me with something to look forward to.
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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?
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[Even with being engaged, there are days where Skye really struggles with the fact that she can actually be loved by other people. Growing up and not getting that kind of attention or love has really left her fucked up. Constantly trying to please other people, not believing in herself...
Yeah. She was messed up.
Sitting down slowly, Skye winces before she finally sits down fully.]
Oh.
[She wasn’t expecting to toast to anything.]
I don’t know.
[Dean was dead. It was her fault. Was there anything to really toast to?]
cw: mentions of death, nihilism, self-loathing
Cas' eyes linger on Skye for a moment, then he holds his glass out to her, to clink hers against if she so wishes. ]
To shitty silver linings.
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So much for savoring it.
Hissing through gritted teeth at the way it burns as it goes down, Skye places the, now empty, glass on the table. Gaze lifting to look at him again, she's doing a very shitty job of hiding the sympathetic look on her face as she thinks about how this is where he ended up after dying. Hardly seems fair, to say the least.
Now his friend is dead and it's her fault. Looking to her empty glass, she picks it up and turns it over in her hand.]
You think he'd be mad if we had some more?
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So he just grins. ]
Let's have some more and find out.
[ He can probably get Dean more whiskey after October. How does one procude such things in a functioning society?
Either way, he tops them both up again. ]
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Guess we’ll just have to get him some more.
[Smiling tightly in response to his grin, Skye holds her glass out for him to fill and waits for him to finish before knocking it back. Probably not her best idea. Drinking when she hasn’t eaten today, which hadn’t occurred to her until right now.]
There would’ve been a time I would’ve thought you were insane, you know. Talking about the not!Zombies from back home. Hell, other worlds actually existing alone...
[She wants to know more about where he’s from, but she wasn’t sure if he’d actually want to talk about it. And sitting in silence just wasn’t her thing.]
Until aliens came and destroyed Midtown Manhattan.
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[ If the words faze him, Cas doesn't show it. Not really a concern where he's from, but they have plenty to be concerned about.
He drinks on empty stomach, too. They're both masters of good life choices ont his day. ]
How much has Dean told you?
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The smile fades when he asks what Dean has told her, however.]
About where you guys are from? I know he hunts monsters.
[Skye nudges her empty glass towards him, hoping for another refill.]
He threatened to kill me too, when he first got here... Again.
[Which was terrifying at the time, but now? It’s almost amusing. Their relationship was a rollercoaster.]
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Interesting revelations here. And he's always interested in keeping tabs on assets - or dangers - to be aware of. ]
What kind of monster are you, then?
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[It’s said as a joke, but it does bother her. Who wants to be called a monster? Even if there were times, especially in the beginning, where she saw herself that way.]
I’m an inhuman. Mostly human with some alien DNA thrown in there. Didn’t even know that was a thing until I got my powers last year.
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So. Not a monster, then.
[ He pours, throwing her a look bordering on apologetic. ]
What can you do?
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I make things shake, basically.
[Except it’s way more dangerous than it might sound.]
I can feel the vibrations in everything and tap into them.
[This time she doesn’t knock the drink back and instead takes a small sip.]
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The amounts of lewd jokes this is just opening up is truly astonishing.
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[Skye takes another sip of her drink before setting it down. She already feels warm from the two double shots she just had, so walking home will be interesting.]
So me being a partial alien doesn’t bother you?
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[ Cas smirks a little. ]
I, uh... am a wavelength of celestial intent. Concentrated light and energy. I'm about the size of your Chrysler Building. Give or take. Well, uhm. Used to be, of course.
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[
Like Dean.Skye has met some--
Interesting people, since arriving here, but what Cas tells her floors her. Especially when she grew up in a Catholic orphanage where religion was shoved down her throat.]
Like an angel?
[She says the words slowly, hoping he meant something else, because she hadn't prepared to have her beliefs shaken. Again.]
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[ Oh, was she hoping to catch a break here? Cas has no mercy for breaking people's world views. ]
Like a fallen, fucked up angel.
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