[ Dean's come so far. And yet Castiel is fresh off the apocalypse and still easily flustered by Dean's antics. A dimension aside, Castiel's wings bristle up to three times their normal size like a fat sparrow in a cold breeze. In the present dimension, Castiel's jaw tenses and his shoulders (just his shoulders, probably) stiffen. ]
This conversation is inappropriate.
[ For a public library, but also for life. Castiel looks around like someone must be on their way to say just that, but alas, no one is paying attention just now. ]
[ It's fun, to rile him up. Always has been, but this is in a different way.
Might be riling himself up a little, if he's being honest. Best to tuck that away for now. Cas is in a different category than his flings on board the ship. ]
So you have. Called it.
[ It's wildly inappropriate but that's rarely stopped Dean in the past. Besides, it's good for Cas to acclimate to more human stuff, especially since he's gonna be stuck here with Dean, of all people. ]
[ He doesn't even deny it, just puffs up further and looks away, incredibly uncomfortable despite Dean's apparent ease. Will Castiel ever truly acclimate himself to "human stuff" ? Especially the likes of which involve Dean Winchester's lewd sense of humor? Outlook not so good. ]
I tried reaching out to speak with Freddie in the Cooper's house, but there was no response.
[ Is it a cowardly ploy to distract Dean with ghostly investigations? Maybe. But the problem at hand, as it were, needs to be dealt with either way. ]
Perhaps we'd have more luck in the basement of the elementary school.
[ He looks smug, but he allows Cas to change the subject, and as he stuffs a bite of pie into his mouth, he reaches for the book and flips a page. Hm. ]
That basement gives me the heebiejeebies. The whole place does, especially after dark. [ but they don't need to relive that hell trauma, now do they. ]
[ If looks could kill, the glare Castiel gives Dean certainly would. ...At least until Dean gracefully goes with the change of conversation, and Castiel sighs, as much with relief as with frustration. Inhabiting a human body is actually the worst. ]
[ Castiel's expression softens at Dean's frustration. He's right that they've done all the research they can, at least, and Dean's prepared for the inevitable confrontation. All that's left to do is, seemingly, is go back over previous contacts... And maybe research some other things that Dean doesn't need to be involved in. ]
Alright. I'll see what I can find. Call me when you plan to make contact with Freddie.
[ The newspaper on the table flutters to the floor as Castiel vanishes. ]
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im the worst
Don't tell me you haven't waggled Jimmy's around.
[ Waggling indeed, cause that's what Dean's eyebrows are doing. ]
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This conversation is inappropriate.
[ For a public library, but also for life. Castiel looks around like someone must be on their way to say just that, but alas, no one is paying attention just now. ]
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Might be riling himself up a little, if he's being honest. Best to tuck that away for now. Cas is in a different category than his flings on board the ship. ]
So you have. Called it.
[ It's wildly inappropriate but that's rarely stopped Dean in the past. Besides, it's good for Cas to acclimate to more human stuff, especially since he's gonna be stuck here with Dean, of all people. ]
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I tried reaching out to speak with Freddie in the Cooper's house, but there was no response.
[ Is it a cowardly ploy to distract Dean with ghostly investigations? Maybe. But the problem at hand, as it were, needs to be dealt with either way. ]
Perhaps we'd have more luck in the basement of the elementary school.
[ Whatever an "AV club" is. ]
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[ He looks smug, but he allows Cas to change the subject, and as he stuffs a bite of pie into his mouth, he reaches for the book and flips a page. Hm. ]
That basement gives me the heebiejeebies. The whole place does, especially after dark. [ but they don't need to relive that hell trauma, now do they. ]
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Then what do you suggest?
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Hell, I don't know. Graveyard? Harass the citizens again? This is getting us nowhere.
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Alright. I'll see what I can find. Call me when you plan to make contact with Freddie.
[ The newspaper on the table flutters to the floor as Castiel vanishes. ]
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Dammit, Cas.
[ FINE THEN ]