video;

[rehymenator]

[ Imagine the most uncomfortable cardboard cutout personality possible. This is a Castiel, on video, shuffling a little bit. He's even kind of twitchy. ]

Bonds formed during the curse, are they, uh. Are they permanent?

[ Someone tell him Rue's not really his kid and he's not actually still married to Dulcie. Please, someone. This is so much

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[dude_imbatman]

Sorry Dickface. Pretty sure they're permanent.

[rehymenator]

But they weren't real. I don't even remember getting married.

[dude_imbatman]

Yeah and the City gives a fuck since when?

[rehymenator]

You're swearing more than usual.

[dude_imbatman]

Sorry, did I offend your friggin' sensibilities?

[rehymenator]

I was trying to make things...better. You didn't have fun?

[dude_imbatman]

[Just this look for a very long time]

I owe 10,000 dollars to a loan shark. I got beat the hell up, I had to strip in front of people, I have a tattoo [And we know how much he hates tattoos. His body was made for scars and greek god perfection, okay. Not tattoos] then I got arrested.

Yeah. We oughta have 'fun' more often.

[rehymenator]

[ He could at least manage to look at least a little sheepish, but Castiel looks put off instead. ]

The curses aren't my fault. It would have been fun if not for...the incidents. And I can remove the tattoo easily. If you'll tell me where you are.

[dude_imbatman]

Yeah 'cause you've always needed an invitation before. [Decoder ring says: That is your invitation, Cas.]

[rehymenator]

[ BAMF. Hi Dean. Have a Castiel invading your personal space to grope you and do some fancy schmancy tattoo removal. ]

[dude_imbatman]

[Have a flailing, bitching Dean. What you expected a thank you?]

You better not have removed anything else.

[Like the handprint scar on his shoulder that he bitches about but also makes him feel like he belongs to someone...in a much less gay way than that sounds.]

[rehymenator]

I've left everything as it was.

[ Cue awkward silence? ]

[dude_imbatman]

[Yup. That'd be it.

And then Dean balls his fist up and hits Cas in the jaw, hard. He ends up shaking his hand out and gritting his teeth because it hurts but it felt damn good to do it.]

[rehymenator]

[ His head doesn't even really move all that much, and yet he manages to look hurt and confused all in one go. ]

[dude_imbatman]

[Yeah but Dean feels better. He also refuses to look at Cas while he paces, shaking his hand out a little and oh...also rants.]

What the hell, Dude? You don't call, you don't write, you don't send a feather gram. Sam is gone and I thought maybe you'd give a flying shit but you've got feathers too far up your ass to even stop and say hey, Dean, I know I'm a giant friggin' douche bag of an angel but let's have a freakin' beer. And next time, I'm using the crowbar.

[rehymenator]

[ He's kind of stuck on feather gram, but for once Castiel is getting the hint not to fixate on it just now. ]

You're upset because I didn't buy you alcohol when Sam left.

[ It's probably not great for him to sound so relieved, but he can't help it. Castiel had assumed it was much more than that. ]

I'll acquire you an entire bar if you like.