[ that's part of the worry. He wants this to be something that they're both okay with, but he's not even sure how okay he'll be with this a month, a year from now. Normal never works out, it's stupid to think that it will. Chasing fantasies of a life where they're normal guys who happen to know about monsters and have a fucking dragon - yeah, no, not feasible.
They'll see how it goes, though. Nothing to do but keep on trucking. ]
Yeah, before he gnaws off your legs.
[ Dean gives him a faint pat on the head as he walks past, Boots' head trailing after him, sniffing at his fingers like he can tell there's fast food there, doing a rather impressive look of betrayed they brought food without him. ]
S'forever when you gotta pet.
[ Not that he's an expert, but hey, whatever.
Dean heads up and finds Sam, dropping a salad down, waving off concern about his throat that's clearly visible. He's still wearing Castiel's jacket, a fact only noticed when Sam's eyebrows go way up and he plucks at it. ]
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They'll see how it goes, though. Nothing to do but keep on trucking. ]
Yeah, before he gnaws off your legs.
[ Dean gives him a faint pat on the head as he walks past, Boots' head trailing after him, sniffing at his fingers like he can tell there's fast food there, doing a rather impressive look of betrayed they brought food without him. ]
S'forever when you gotta pet.
[ Not that he's an expert, but hey, whatever.
Dean heads up and finds Sam, dropping a salad down, waving off concern about his throat that's clearly visible. He's still wearing Castiel's jacket, a fact only noticed when Sam's eyebrows go way up and he plucks at it. ]
Huh.