First meeting meme!

[loveshernerds]

The First Meeting Meme

Rules:
01. Post your character, fandom and preference.
02. Go to RNG, roll and tag others. Since this is a first meeting meme, tag characters your character has never met. If you’re tagging characters you already RP with, then it defeats the purpose of this meme

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Aaaand I'm finally sitting down long enough to tag! Imagine that!

[mojofree]

Family issues? Cynical about life? Insufferable bastard...? Two peas in a pod, apparently... Or as the case would be here, two peas in a pretty nice apartment. Hopefully.

Cas snorts- he's slept in his share of bathtubs, and it's not all it's cracked up to be no matter how nice they are. Maybe if he were a foot shorter it might have been okay, but unless it's one of those massive mini-pool tubs, the leg room's kind of lacking. "Mmm," he hums, still looking the room over (carpet, moulding, ceiling fan), "that sounds reasonable. I think I could swing that, groceries and all. Not that living off of beer and takeout would be so bad, I saw, what, five Chinese places on my way here? It's like being in Chinatown only without the turtles and counterfeit watches."

Satisfied that the place is as nice and not moldy as it'd appeared, Cas leans up against the bare window, stretches his arms out and curls his fingers over the corners of the sill. References... Fuck. He hadn't thought about that. Fuck.

"Ah, yeah..." and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, totally not shady at all, "job yes," (okay, not entirely true, but the interview is tomorrow and he's pretty damn sure he's set, the woman he'd spoken to when he'd done the whole applying thing had seemed enthused about getting new, Cas-shaped help for her store) "references no. I haven't been stateside for a long time and unless you can speak Telugu you're just gonna have to trust your own judgement of my character."

And have another oh-so-charming smile, Dean. See? Not a psycho, not European, not going to run off with your furniture. ...Can't promise there won't be people over from time to time but certainly not six at once. He's had more than his share of that; it's a bit old at this point. Cas is really hoping he won't have to go into detail about his family situation any time soon, and he's definitely not up to it today.

Sweeeeet

[alifeordinary]

Yeah, he can't help but grin at that. Hallelujah, a candidate with a sense of humor, it's a goddam miracle. He's about to skip right on past giving the guy the room and jump to throwing him a party or something. "You can knock the counterfeit watches all you want, man, but turtles are awesome. Especially the kind that do karate."

And fuck anyone who doesn't appreciate the Ninja Turtles. They were both teenage, and mutant. Also, hello, ninjas? He shoved off of the door frame and nodded his head back toward the kitchen. Sure, they could have this conversation standing uncomfortably in an empty room, or actually sit down like normal human beings at the kitchen table.

And with that second option, he can initiate the Beer Test.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, I have no idea what Telugu is, I just like to ask so it seems like I know what the hell I'm doing. The way I figure it, if you were gonna give me references, you'd just pick people that liked you anyway, and what the hell's the point of that? Then I gotta try and figure out whether it's actually your last employer, or just your jackass uncle Stephen." He paused at the kitchen and shot a look over his shoulder. "Uh- you know. No offense if you actually do have a jackass uncle Stephen. Sure he's a lovely man. Beer?"

=_____= my muses are like lol fuck you no today, gdi

[mojofree]

Cas has never had the pleasure of TMNT, given his sheltered upbringing... But the idea of the turtles in those little swimming pools doing karate is hilarious enough that he laughs anyway. Shit, he'd have bought one of those turtles if they could do that, endless hours of entertainment, there...

At Dean's nod he pushes himself up from the window sill and follows him into the kitchen, more than content to continue the conversation there. It seems more businesslike than in a bare room, anyway, and he's taking that as a good sign. He could definitely see himself here, as surprising as that is.

"It's what they speak in India, at least where I was staying." He helps himself to one of the seats at the kitchen table with a small huff of laughter. "Very official, I get it. But you're right, it's not exactly reliable. I probably would have given you my jackass uncle Stephen, if I had one. And sure," he nods at the offer of beer, beer sounds fantastic right about now, "I'll have whatever's on tap."

And okay, so he usually goes for the more high-end type... But a beer's a beer, especially when it's someone else's.

All of my sympathy, dude. /Patpat

[alifeordinary]

Cas has never seen Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Seriously, that's probably the worst thing he's ever hear. Or, well, it will be, if he ever finds out about it. Inevitably, he probably will as long as Dean doesn't offend him first with thoughtless comments intended as jokes.

So far, though, he's coming across as pretty chill. Then again, he is a hippy. Maybe that's the exactly perfect counterpoint to Dean's accidentally assholish but well-intentioned sense of humor?

Or something like that.

And he passed the beer test! Which.. really, the only way to fail it would be to give him a pissy look and insinuate that alcohol was the fruit of the devil. So far, so good. He tugged the fridge open, pulled one out and slid it across the table. Sank down into the chair across from him, and leaned forward onto his elbows.

"India, huh? Is that like, what, a peace corp thing, or do you just have weird ass choices for vacation destinations?"

8'C

[mojofree]

Hey, it's not like it's his fault. His father would probably have considered it some form of devil worshipping because it anthropomorphized animals- which don't have souls, don't you know- and because they lived in a sewer that clearly represented hell or debauchery or something. He'd have watched it if he'd been able; what kid doesn't like TMNT?

Cas would have been absolutely crestfallen to have failed the beer test, and so it's a good thing he seems to have passed more or less with flying colours. Beer isn't exactly his thing- and yeah, eventually he'll have to get into what his thing is, (sooner, rather than later...)- but he's been all over and while he'll admit it had been unpleasant at first, he's firmly aboard the beer train now. He gratefully accepts the beer Dean slides across the table in his direction, fingers curling around the cool glass. Feels good, man.

"Neither, I just needed to get away, and you don't get much further away than India. It was a good choice, it's beautiful there." He twists the top off of his beer and takes a pull. It's cold, it's refreshing, it's a pretty awesome beer. He's satisfied. "I was there for a year or two, and I'd have stayed longer but I figured it was about time I come back home..."

[alifeordinary]

Dean would have a thing or two to say about Cas's father, but that would definitely be an asshole thing to do. If anyone said anything about his dad, they'd be punched in the face before Dean even bothered to acknowledge that they were probably correct. It's the point of the matter. Still, twisting TMNT into devil worship is like a new level of fucked up that he doesn't even want to touch.

Failing the beer test would have been pretty disappointing, because he was actually starting to like the guy. Initial concerns about meat aside, he seemed pretty... meshable. He fit. As long as he didn't turn out to have a split personality or something, he could kinda see co-existing with th- Cas. Names, remember? Use names.

He still wanted to sit down and have a conversation, take the time to learn a little bit more, make sure the fit was right before he declared it official, but it seemed optimistic.

Came back home? Hang on. Came back home, but to an asshole stranger he didn't know in a new apartment? What about, like, family or whatever? He furrowed his brow, studied the guy's face for a second, then let it drop.

Running. Yeah, okay, he gets it. Not like he didn't do some running, himself, after Jess, and then again after Dad. Most of his running was, you know, within the continental US, but he could see the appeal. He wasn't about to lovingly reach over and place a gentle but firm, supportive hand on that dude's and say 'I understand, please tell me your feelings, here's a Kleenex'. But he got it.

So he nodded, flicked his eyes toward the window and took a sip of his beer. "Alright. Time for a serious discussion, here. I'm talking deal breakers."

He put his beer back down on the table, reclined back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and narrowed his eyes. "Cats or dogs, what kinda music do you listen to, and which way does the toilet paper roll go on?"

[mojofree]

Well if you wanted to be technical about it, there isn't really much of a 'home' to come back to... But Cas is trying to be optimistic about the prospect of reconciling with his family eventually, and he's pretty sure being in India or Nepal or Tibet probably isn't going to help speed the process along. No, it'd been time to come back, make an attempt or fifty... See where it goes.

And hey, if he finds somewhere comfortable in the meantime that works for him.

It's probably for the best that Dean doesn't seem to press the issue- Cas doesn't make a habit of talking about any of that and as far as anyone knows he may as well have sprung forth from an egg or a garden hose or something similar. He just exists. Kind of like a virgin birth but without the virgin.

...Is that blasphemous? Probably.

Aaaand back to the task at hand: Dealbreakers. Hmm, here we go Cas, don't fuck this up.

He takes another drink off his beer before setting it down on the table and folding his hands in front of him. "Both, but I've never had either; rock, among other things, and under. Always under."

How is that even a question? Do people even do toilet paper over anymore? Yeah, Cas is pretty firmly set on under. It really is a dealbreaker, here.

And speaking of dealbreakers... He's gonna find some way to work his own into this conversation. Just... As soon as he's sure it's not gonna fuck up his chances of getting this room. Yep, any day now...

[alifeordinary]

Dean would wish him the best of luck in the family department. With both of his biological parents dead and his brother... well... he's about two feet from the edge, himself, there isn't too much to reconcile. At least he's still got Bobby and Ellen, though, and Jo of course, even if she's up in New York right now and her momma wants to kill her for it. Being a cop in this peaceful little town is one thing, but a place like that... Yeah, he gets why Ellen's against the idea. When it comes down to it, though, she's an adult. Even if Dean'll always see her as a kid sister.

He stares at Cas seriously, eyes narrowed into something calculating, head cocked to one side as he spouts out the answers. He lets the silence carry on for an extra beat- for the suspense, you understand- before leaning forward abruptly and smacking a hand down on the table. "Yes, yes, and trick question. I don't give a shit about the toilet paper roll. I'll keep that in mind, though, so you don't punch me in the face after coming out of the bathroom one day."

A beat, and he pulls his lips back into something thoughtful and observational. "That's both mean, and unhygenic."

A tiny grin to show that he's joking. "So unless you managed to steal my silverware in the last twenty minutes, yeah, it looks good. Room's yours if you want it."

rofllllll copypasta'd the wrong tag 8'D

[mojofree]

Cas isn't enjoying having that sharp gaze directed at him. Did he say something wrong? Is this guy completely not a furry animal person? Was that a trick question about the dogs and cats? What if he likes snakes, fuck, he looks like a reptile person. Or maybe gerbils, who the fuck knows? He may just be being paranoid here, who knows? The silence seems to stretch on forever, and then finally, finally Dean slaps a hand down on the table. It's not an angry slap, though, Cas would know, and so he's just gonna go ahead and be relieved.

Relief confirmed, although-- "Dirty, man. Always under." He's very serious about his toilet paper rolls, thank you very much. "I'll be sure to give fair warning before I start throwing punches over things like hotel corners on my toilet paper.

Seriously, which hotel thought that was a good idea? Never a good idea.

He grins- he does not, in fact, intend on making off with Dean's silverware, and so it looks like it's all good.

Except, you know… That one thing. Fuck. Welp, here he goes:

"I, ah-- Yeah. So you should probably know," awkward pause! "and I'm sure you do… Hm. How 420 friendly are you? Because…"

Smooth. Way to make yourself seem like a crazy drug addict, Cas. It's not like you wanna grow the shit in the basement, just spit it out already.

"I smoke. A lot. But not in the 'smoke and moon the police" kind of way, more like the "smoke and keep to myself and think about the Dharma" kind of way."

See? Not a drug pusher, just a garden variety deep thinker. That's okay, right? He really hopes so; it's not something he's willing to give up.

Great jerb, sillypants.

[alifeordinary]

Yeah, don't worry, Cas. Dean is not a huge fan of snakes. Cool in a zoo, not so much in his house. He's heard the tanks are smelly, plus if that bastard gets free, he doesn't want to open the toilet to a snake chilling in the bowl. He'd end up peeing himself, and that's just not attractive in any scenario.

He can't honestly say he was completely surprised by the admission of toking up. Let's face it- this guy's a hippy, it's pretty much par for the course. He wouldn't be surprised if he was wearing, like, 100% hemp bracelets or something. He just kinda figured it'd be one of those unspoken things where Dean would have to guess whether or not it was true, then six months down the road get a whiff of pot smoke coming from the bedroom, shake his head, and not say anything about it. One of those quiet, closet, under-the-table things.

Actually, that the guy owned up to it is pretty ballsy. He can respect that. He doesn't really have a problem with it, either. Hell, he'd smoked a joint or two back at the tail end of high school. Not so much afterward,because he's more interested in keeping his job than getting stoned- plus, he'd eat himself out of house and home, and he does that enough as it is.

Still, there are a few different types of stoner, and he really doesn't wanna have to deal with the douchebag kind that causes trouble.

"I'm good with it- but dude... If you start dealin' outta the house, man, I'm gonna have to kick you out." That's just how it is. "Smoke all you want, I respect that, hell, I've done it. But if shady cats start stopping by all the time... I'm just not up to the hassle of convincing a bunch of cops I have no idea why there's a two-pound bag of pot under my roommate's bed, you know?"

the greatest of jerbs. that's what I get for writing tags up in textedit first hahaha

[mojofree]

A few of the places Cas stayed while abroad had had a lot stranger pets than snakes. He'd stayed at a temple for a while that had monkeys, real, live, poop-flinging monkeys. ...He'd actually been pretty fond of the little bastards by the time he'd left. Basically, he's down for anything. Dean could want a bird flying around the house and Cas would probably get used to it eventually, provided it didin't swoop down and use his apparatus as a bathtub or feeding dish.

It's looking like that's not gonna be a problem.

And speaking of things that aren't gonna be a problem... Cas breaths a sigh of relief at the fact that his extracurricular activities aren't gonna be dealbreaker here. He puts his palms up and shakes his head.

"Nah, I don't do that. My stash is my own, excepting any sharing that may happen." He means you, Dean. He'd be more than happy to share with you, if you ever feel like decompressing. "I don't need that kind of trouble, and I can't imagine you do, either."

He takes another pull of his beer. That went... Better than expected. Score.

"So what about you? You got any bad habits I should be aware of? Any crazy aunts that come banging at the door at four in the morning looking for their spoon collections?"

At least yours are spellchecked. I handwrite mine, and then I'm like TYPESEND WHAT'S PROOFREADING?

[alifeordinary]

Maybe he should be a little more wary of this dude than he is. Stoners don't have a reputation for being the most reliable, and he doesn't know this guy from Adam. 'My stash is my own' could be the biggest bullshit line he's ever bought into, and two months from now the cops could be pounding at his door for questioning. He's already posted enough bail for Sam, he's not doing it for this guy too.

Then again, well, shit, Dean's always been a good judge of character, and his instincts say this cat's not like that. Weirdly enough, yeah, he kinda wants to like this guy.

Maybe it's just that the last three candidates were batshit? Guess only time will tell. If this doesn't work out, he's really gotta crack down on that 'references' thing.

Despite his waffling internal monologue, he can't help but quirk his lips at the question.

"Hey, man, my crazy ass aunt doesn't collect cutlery. Strictly taxidermy. Way classier." Does he have any bad habits? Cas was honest enough with him, so he searches his brain for anything that might be relevant. "This place's gonna have enough booze to fuel the Irish, but other than that--"

He cuts off as something flashes in his mind. No aunts at four a.m., but Sam... Shit. He flicked his eyes toward the window, ducked his head a little.

"My- uh- my brother Sam might... come around sometimes. Randomly." He faltered. How much did he really wanna tell? Evidently, nothing. "He won't be a problem, usually. He's just... complicated."

hahaha no matter how many times I proofread I miss like... really obvious things 8'C

[mojofree]

Cas would be pleased to know that he seems to have passed the character tests, enough that Dean's willing to push aside any lingering doubts he might have about having him as a roommate. He'd hoped that by being as upfront as possible he might alleviate at least a little bit of the worry that he knows is always attached to his particular... hobby, and from what he can see that seems to be the case. He supposes he could have just not said anything- and honestly that is how he handles a lot of things- but it just felt like a better idea to be honest. At least about this.

Cas's lips twitch in tandem with Dean's and he nods. Definitely classier. Something flickers across Dean's face briefly before he turns his head and takes that strange expression with him. Cas studies his profile, eyes narrowed slightly, curious...

"I know how that is. I'll keep that in mind so no one ends up with a baseball bat to the head."

He's pretty sure he can work with that. He's also pretty sure that whatever's going on between Dean and his brother is a story for another time.

"So..." he downs the rest of his beer and sets the empty bottle back on the table. "Sounds like this could actually work out." Stop the presses!

[alifeordinary]

Those narrowed eyes freak him out a little, Cas. The gaze is intense enough, but when they're narrowed suspiciously, it feels like he can see straight through Dean's bullshit. It makes him uncomfortable, and he can't seem to break it.

Fortunately, he's spared any deeper explanation by a little understanding and a bad joke, and yeah, that's something Dean can get on board with. At least this guy gets personal space boundaries. It's a little too damn soon to fess up to his biggest mistakes just yet.

He downs the rest of his bottle, too, and plays with the empty, rolling it around on the wooden table so that it makes a soft noise. He snorts. As much fun as it would be to see this skinny hippy go crazy on someone with a baseball bat, it's probably in everyone's best interest that it doesn't happen. "Yeah, keep that to yourself, slugger."

He shook his head. "I just gotta get the lease papers from the landlady man hybrid chick downstairs. You gonna need any help moving stuff?"

[mojofree]

Hey, Cas is curious, he can't help it. He's a shady character himself, in some ways, and so it follows that he'd be able to pick up a bit of shadiness, especially in someone he's scrutinizing as a potential roommate. It's not "keeps mother in closet" shady, though, and he's writing it off as a simple reluctance to talk about his family… Which is something he both respects and understands.

Cas snorts.

"Is that who that was? Is she as dangerous as she looks?"

Because seriously, Cas has no illusions as to what would happen if he ran into her in a dark alley… She looks like she'd eat him alive, and not in the athletic sex way. He suppresses a shiver.

"Anyway, that sounds good. I don't have much stuff to move, honestly."

[alifeordinary]

There are definitely no women in his closet, though there may be a few in his bed from time to time. And a few guys, too, which he's hoping isn't a problem. This dude is a hippy, but it's hard telling at first glance where his stance is on the issue. Dean's not about to let that slip right now, either. His masculinity is under his constant and firm protection, and what he does in the sack later isn't about to defile his perfectly charming first impression now.

If nothing else, it'll be funny for five seconds to see the expression on this guy's face when another dude comes out of his bedroom to do the Walk of Shame after a one-night-stand in the not too distant future.

"I heard she wrestles bears," He said seriously, nodding grimly. Well, okay, so that's not true, but she's from fucking Latvia or Scandinavia or Slovakia or something, and she's got more facial hair than Dean at the moment. He's pretty sure their landlord could win in a fight against Smokey, no problem.

He pushes back out of his chair, wrangles both of their bottles, and tosses them into the trash can. "Alright, man, well, it sounds good to me. You- uh- I mean, we don't have the papers yet, but if you're set to go anyway, you can crash on the couch or whatever works for you. Hotels around here ain't exactly consumer friendly."