[ dean feels considerably better. it's quiet right now, somewhere in his chest, but he does, there's lightness where there had been tension before. everything between them has finally be said, so... so things can go back to being normal. even if normal isn't quite the same. but then, when is their normal ever actually normal? ]
Don't sweat it.
[ he shrugs off the thank you with a smile. it's really the least he can do. there's a pause before he nudges cas with his shoulder, voice growing more casual, all the stress gone. ]
Now that this is all cleared up, I need to find one of those meat pies you came up with. Shit was real good.
[ it's like having dinner and desert in one go-- except with room for even more desert after... and it means that despite what had happened between them and that pie, the experience hasn't been ruined. ]
[Everything in Dean's demeanor indicates that all has been forgiven. That small moment of physical contact, the fact that he's still willing to eat one of those meat pies even with the reminder of what happened the first time...
It's a kind of acceptance, and more than Castiel would have expected or asked for.
So the smile that touches at his lips seems to be similarly effortless.]
All you would need to do is return to the dining hall and think of what you want. It should appear.
[Castiel doesn't feel hunger anymore, just like usual, but he wouldn't mind sharing one of those with Dean just because. He doesn't actually suggest it, though, since he doesn't know how it would go over.
Instead, his gaze shifts out to the ocean.] I think I'll take a walk. [He doesn't particularly care if it's "sappy."]
[ the diner's kinda awesome like that, plus it helps that ned works there-- he makes a mean pie, and sometime dean'll have to introduce cas to his goods too, whether the angel eats or not.
for now though, he takes a few steps back towards the mansion, only turning some mid-step as he rolls his eyes at cas... affectionately enough, at least. ]
If you get too much sand in your shoes, you know where to find me.
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Don't sweat it.
[ he shrugs off the thank you with a smile. it's really the least he can do. there's a pause before he nudges cas with his shoulder, voice growing more casual, all the stress gone. ]
Now that this is all cleared up, I need to find one of those meat pies you came up with. Shit was real good.
[ it's like having dinner and desert in one go-- except with room for even more desert after... and it means that despite what had happened between them and that pie, the experience hasn't been ruined. ]
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It's a kind of acceptance, and more than Castiel would have expected or asked for.
So the smile that touches at his lips seems to be similarly effortless.]
All you would need to do is return to the dining hall and think of what you want. It should appear.
[Castiel doesn't feel hunger anymore, just like usual, but he wouldn't mind sharing one of those with Dean just because. He doesn't actually suggest it, though, since he doesn't know how it would go over.
Instead, his gaze shifts out to the ocean.] I think I'll take a walk. [He doesn't particularly care if it's "sappy."]
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[ the diner's kinda awesome like that, plus it helps that ned works there-- he makes a mean pie, and sometime dean'll have to introduce cas to his goods too, whether the angel eats or not.
for now though, he takes a few steps back towards the mansion, only turning some mid-step as he rolls his eyes at cas... affectionately enough, at least. ]
If you get too much sand in your shoes, you know where to find me.
[ waving his friend bye, dean heads off. ]