[ it's a relief to see other students as they leave the library, and in the hallways, and their ranks are thin but it's enough to know that it isn't past curfew, not yet. good. the last thing castiel needs is detention and punishment two weeks before the most important exams in his life.
it's a comfortable silence as they climb the stairs to the tower, though, and they're nearly to the portrait again when dean pipes up, rousing castiel from his consistently distracting thoughts. at first he thinks he's heard him wrong, but when he replays it in his head and finds the same result it has him smiling - it's a muted smile, a little shy, a little awkward, but in the end he sighs and spreads his hands. ]
Oh. Trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
[ while being harangued and tormented by a thousand siblings and cousins. ]
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it's a comfortable silence as they climb the stairs to the tower, though, and they're nearly to the portrait again when dean pipes up, rousing castiel from his consistently distracting thoughts. at first he thinks he's heard him wrong, but when he replays it in his head and finds the same result it has him smiling - it's a muted smile, a little shy, a little awkward, but in the end he sighs and spreads his hands. ]
Oh. Trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
[ while being harangued and tormented by a thousand siblings and cousins. ]
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