Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
' "How long have you been there, Cas?" he asked angrily. "Don't you know it's rude to stare?"
Castiel shook his head, drifting a little closer and Dean remembered that he was supposed to be sweet talking Castiel, trying to get the creature to let him go free. He was hardly making a good impression on Castiel now, shouting at him. Dean took a deep breath, told himself to smile even if he didn't feel like it and patted the grass beside him.
"Why don't you come sit up here with me?" he said. '
Have an extract from my tentacle bang. Dean's charm offensive isn't working that well, as you can see