Castiel's head rolled on his shoulders. Where he was once focused forward, his gaze was now turned toward Dean himself and the jaw slackened position planted on his face. The angel licked his lips and turned away.
"Not hell, Dean. Hell is mostly disconcerting, I aim to please." Realizing the validity of the words, he looked away again. "Dean," he began really not knowing where he was going with it. Instead he looked to him with brows raised.
Dean just stared at the angel, as if assuming he was going to add something else. When he didn't, he tapped a finger against the steering wheel a couple times tensely and said in a slightly perturbed tone: "Can I help you with something, Cas? Or are you just comin' along for the ride?"
Dean blinked. And stared at the back of Castiel's head for a good long minute.
"You wanna run that by me one more time?" he finally said, figuring he must have just heard wrong. Or maybe Cas just didn't realize what he'd said. It was possible. He was pretty naive about that stuff, for someone so freakin' ancient.
Castiel rubbed the back of his neck and continued gazing away from him. He had no idea what was wrong; but he could barely stand to be so close to the other hunter. "It was nothing, Dean."
"Right," Dean said, not entirely convinced, but definitely not about to press for details.
"So, seriously, Cas, did something happen? You don't usually swing by for social calls." A note of concern found its way into his tone, laced with irritation. Of course there'd be some kind of new cosmic chaos to contend with when he had a fun night lined up ahead of him.
"Demons, huh? Nothing you can't handle, I'm sure." Dean started the car back into gear. If Cas wanted to come along to get gas with him, he supposed that didn't matter. "Did they say what they wanted?"
Castiel frowned deeply into his chest. "I am in need of company." It was about the extent of which he could explain it. The things that he was FEELING he wasn't really able to rationalize. He hadn't experienced anything akin to it.
Dean's eyebrows cranked upwards an inch, and he shot a quick glance over at Cas, not saying anything for a second. He'd never really heard him say anything like that: it was weirdly human.
Castiel clutched his coat closer to him and put a foot up on Dean's seat, keeping his focus away from the hunter and out of the window. Trying not to let his mind go astray with what else he could or could not potentially do.
Shooting a funny look at Cas' casual posture, Dean started down the road, in the direction of the gas station.
"Did you wanna pop out and grab a beer or something before I go out?" He knew the angel would probably say no, but he really wasn't sure what else to offer, so he said the same thing he'd say to Sam.
"Not hell, Dean. Hell is mostly disconcerting, I aim to please." Realizing the validity of the words, he looked away again. "Dean," he began really not knowing where he was going with it. Instead he looked to him with brows raised.
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"You wanna run that by me one more time?" he finally said, figuring he must have just heard wrong. Or maybe Cas just didn't realize what he'd said. It was possible. He was pretty naive about that stuff, for someone so freakin' ancient.
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"So, seriously, Cas, did something happen? You don't usually swing by for social calls." A note of concern found its way into his tone, laced with irritation. Of course there'd be some kind of new cosmic chaos to contend with when he had a fun night lined up ahead of him.
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"Yeah, ok," he said, not about to push it right now. "So you kicked their butts, all's well, doesn't explain what you're doing in my car."
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"Ok. I can do company."
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"Did you wanna pop out and grab a beer or something before I go out?" He knew the angel would probably say no, but he really wasn't sure what else to offer, so he said the same thing he'd say to Sam.
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