[ ghosts? god, he's going to regret this, isn't he.
but what's done is done. castiel turns to watch dean tear out before he can object, then sighs through his nose and slips a bookmark between the pages where he's got his finger jammed. he takes his time stepping into his shoes and pulling on his jacket because dean's got to bring the car around anyway, so he straightens his desk too, and slides the chairs back into place before shutting out the lights and heading downstairs.
of course, dean's got the radio blasting deafeningly when he rolls up, and castiel winces but doesn't complain, because dean's all but beaming in the drivers' seat like he always is when he gets the excuse to take someone out in his car. and castiel's not particularly interested in cars, but the impala is sleek and attractive and smells like leather, smells like dean, and dean takes good care of it which is surprising, and nice, when it comes to high school guys. he'd rather spend a week driving in dean's impala than an hour in the back seat of some grody senior guy's pickup truck littered with trash. castiel slides into the passengers' seat comfortably, like he's done it a hundred times, ignoring the snide looks from a knot of juniors smoking at the bottom of the stairs. and he doesn't say anything, because the music is too loud, but he shoots dean a brief, soft smile while he buckles up all the same.
no subject
but what's done is done. castiel turns to watch dean tear out before he can object, then sighs through his nose and slips a bookmark between the pages where he's got his finger jammed. he takes his time stepping into his shoes and pulling on his jacket because dean's got to bring the car around anyway, so he straightens his desk too, and slides the chairs back into place before shutting out the lights and heading downstairs.
of course, dean's got the radio blasting deafeningly when he rolls up, and castiel winces but doesn't complain, because dean's all but beaming in the drivers' seat like he always is when he gets the excuse to take someone out in his car. and castiel's not particularly interested in cars, but the impala is sleek and attractive and smells like leather, smells like dean, and dean takes good care of it which is surprising, and nice, when it comes to high school guys. he'd rather spend a week driving in dean's impala than an hour in the back seat of some grody senior guy's pickup truck littered with trash. castiel slides into the passengers' seat comfortably, like he's done it a hundred times, ignoring the snide looks from a knot of juniors smoking at the bottom of the stairs. and he doesn't say anything, because the music is too loud, but he shoots dean a brief, soft smile while he buckles up all the same.
all right, fine, maybe he'll enjoy himself. ]