[ oh please, dean, can the dramatics won't you, no one wants to deal with your teenage angst because there aren't any ghosts in your face and castiel wants to look at a book. what a brat. if you think acting broody is going to make castiel pay attention to you you are.. ugh, you are absolutely right.
because it only takes him a few moments to realize it's oddly silent in here. castiel glances away from the bookshelf to where dean is flopped on the sofa looking like he's feeling sorry for himself, and castiel sighs heavily, casts one last forlorn glance toward the shelves, then plucks up the beer and steps away from it and over to the sofa, nudging dean's feet aside so that he can sit at the opposite end. castiel takes a drink from the beer even though he doesn't particularly like beer, then sets it on the arm of the sofa and tucks his hands under his arms again. god, it's cold in here. he should've brought a scarf. ]
Don't you want to see the rest of the house?
[ he offers, gently. come on, dean, stop being a little punk. ]
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because it only takes him a few moments to realize it's oddly silent in here. castiel glances away from the bookshelf to where dean is flopped on the sofa looking like he's feeling sorry for himself, and castiel sighs heavily, casts one last forlorn glance toward the shelves, then plucks up the beer and steps away from it and over to the sofa, nudging dean's feet aside so that he can sit at the opposite end. castiel takes a drink from the beer even though he doesn't particularly like beer, then sets it on the arm of the sofa and tucks his hands under his arms again. god, it's cold in here. he should've brought a scarf. ]
Don't you want to see the rest of the house?
[ he offers, gently. come on, dean, stop being a little punk. ]