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.
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"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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