[ castiel doesn't need to dare dean winchester to do anything, not when he's perfectly willing and happy to walk right into stupid situations all by himself. and now that it's getting dark, he's regretting those words, because that basement is probably a study in a hundred ways to kill yourself tripping over debris.
but dean isn't moving. if he were really interested, he'd be getting right up, so castiel figures he's safe from his own misstep. clearing his throat, he crosses both arms tight over his chest for warmth beneath the blanket, and settles down comfortably, wriggling against the cushions until he's tucked snugly, backed by the arm of the sofa, bolstered by the back. it's warm, and nice beneath the blanket, even if his ears and nose are still cold. ]
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[ castiel doesn't need to dare dean winchester to do anything, not when he's perfectly willing and happy to walk right into stupid situations all by himself. and now that it's getting dark, he's regretting those words, because that basement is probably a study in a hundred ways to kill yourself tripping over debris.
but dean isn't moving. if he were really interested, he'd be getting right up, so castiel figures he's safe from his own misstep. clearing his throat, he crosses both arms tight over his chest for warmth beneath the blanket, and settles down comfortably, wriggling against the cushions until he's tucked snugly, backed by the arm of the sofa, bolstered by the back. it's warm, and nice beneath the blanket, even if his ears and nose are still cold. ]
Maybe later.