Yes, he has just finished fighting off an evil unicorn.
Its guts were pink and yellow. He has a sword, the tip of it covered in this pink-and-yellow substance, and he has lost a shoe. These things seem to happen to him, but at least there were no silver moonbeams. He thinks.
Knocking on wood here.
There's a frown of confusion once he finds Castiel. He almost doesn't recognize him, because he's in a costume. On a bench. "... Cas?"
Castiel hasn't seen Sam in a while, for reasons that vary depending on the day. But when he hears his name and turns at the sound, he is happy to see him, regardless of the circumstances.
"Hello, Sam."
He pauses for a moment, before his head tips at Sam's state of dress. "Why are you covered in pink and yellow ... goo?"
Sam can never quite make up his mind about Cas on any given day. He's one of the few people that know important information, however, and without Dean around, Sam kind of needs people whether he admits it or not.
"Hey," he says easily, before glancing down at his shirt with an almost humorless laugh.
"There was an evil unicorn." Deadpanned. Totally serious. "Why are you...?" his voice trails off as he motions to the whole get-up.
It's a good thing that Castiel doesn't know any of these feelings because, well, he doesn't know how to help Sam make up his mind either way. He's still in that awkward, figuring out people phase, and he's never going to be perfectly good at it.
His eyes narrow, however, at the mention of an evil unicorn. "Unicorns -- never mind." He knows better than to make claims on things either way in Chicago. He then glances down to where Sam is gesturing and sighs. "The Rift felt it would be amusing to trap me in this ... Buzz Lightyear suit. It's very uncomfortable."
"Trust me," Sam says with a humorless laugh. "You don't want to know."
It's the kind of story he's okay with not sharing. Fighting a unicorn, evil or not, was a highly embarrassing experience. Sam sits down at the other end of the bench. "It looks uncomfortable. Bet you got kids following you around a lot."
Except for the fact that Castiel totally misses the joke, and won't realize he has until Sam starts laughing at him. Which ... he will.
"I do not understand what is so fascinating about the buttons. They do not even do anything useful. They make pointless noises, and the flashing lights are very distracting. The wings aren't even practically built for any kind of flight."
Sam was mostly expecting it. Castiel is a very literal-minded person. Sam eventually stops chuckling long enough to answer him.
"It's--it's not so much about what's practical. It's from a children's movie. It's all about the imagination. Sometimes, kids don't want what's realistic. They want the fantasy. To believe that anything is possible. Including someone like this guy--" he taps lightly wings. "--who can save the day no matter how bad it gets."
Children should get to believe that. Those that have their innocence should get to keep it.
i had to use the icon for this one.sitherequietlyOctober 30 2011, 18:34:08 UTC
His head tips. "To maintain their innocence, most adults lie to children about the world around them. From what I have observed, it's a fairly common practice."
Long story short, Sam? Castiel is confused.
"You've even wished for me to lie to you on several occasions in order to 'make you feel better'."
Yes, he has just finished fighting off an evil unicorn.
Its guts were pink and yellow. He has a sword, the tip of it covered in this pink-and-yellow substance, and he has lost a shoe. These things seem to happen to him, but at least there were no silver moonbeams. He thinks.
Knocking on wood here.
There's a frown of confusion once he finds Castiel. He almost doesn't recognize him, because he's in a costume. On a bench. "... Cas?"
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"Hello, Sam."
He pauses for a moment, before his head tips at Sam's state of dress. "Why are you covered in pink and yellow ... goo?"
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"Hey," he says easily, before glancing down at his shirt with an almost humorless laugh.
"There was an evil unicorn." Deadpanned. Totally serious. "Why are you...?" his voice trails off as he motions to the whole get-up.
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His eyes narrow, however, at the mention of an evil unicorn. "Unicorns -- never mind." He knows better than to make claims on things either way in Chicago. He then glances down to where Sam is gesturing and sighs. "The Rift felt it would be amusing to trap me in this ... Buzz Lightyear suit. It's very uncomfortable."
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It's the kind of story he's okay with not sharing. Fighting a unicorn, evil or not, was a highly embarrassing experience. Sam sits down at the other end of the bench. "It looks uncomfortable. Bet you got kids following you around a lot."
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Just ... listen to that tone, Sam. You can tell how much he loved that.
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"They've really been pushing your buttons, huh?" Sam asks, slightest smirk curving on his lips. Yes, he thinks he's so clever sometimes.
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"I do not understand what is so fascinating about the buttons. They do not even do anything useful. They make pointless noises, and the flashing lights are very distracting. The wings aren't even practically built for any kind of flight."
Yes, Sam. Castiel has had a very, very long week.
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"It's--it's not so much about what's practical. It's from a children's movie. It's all about the imagination. Sometimes, kids don't want what's realistic. They want the fantasy. To believe that anything is possible. Including someone like this guy--" he taps lightly wings. "--who can save the day no matter how bad it gets."
Children should get to believe that. Those that have their innocence should get to keep it.
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No he doesn't. That much is evident by what he says next.
"They wish to be lied to."
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But he is not surprised that's what Castiel gets out of it.
Ah, how to explain this one.
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Long story short, Sam? Castiel is confused.
"You've even wished for me to lie to you on several occasions in order to 'make you feel better'."
And yes, that was complete with quotey fingers.
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