❛ ah, i always loved the way you talked dirty. that ASIDE, there will be no stitch picking today. that reminds me, THANK YOU for being stupid enough to give me a second life. couldn’t have done it without you two boys, right ? ❜
‘ — yeah, our mistake. don’t get too attached to it. ’
he’s beautiful, castiel thinks, eyes unable to move from the green eyes that he can think of nothing to compare to. even the most beautiful painting fall short, of course now he’s stared too long & he’s been told the ‘thousand watt stare’ is ‘creepy as hell’ from gabriel enough times that he’s quickly staring at his lap instead of his date. warm hands have left an impression on castiel’s own chilled ones ; sitting for too long ruins his circulation but it doesn’t stop his feet from anxiously tapping underneath the table, leg bouncing as he smiles under dean’s kind words. they sound encouraging.
a hum of contentment is barely heard, dying behind thinned lips, attempting to keep his smile from becoming blindingly awkward. it’s almost palpable how much he’s struggling to mask the inner social misfit inside. he answers the second question with almost no hesitation, dying to talk about anything to kill the chance of silence between them. ❛ i’m a professor actually, of history, particularly religious concentrations. i’m not religous though, i should, uh, put that out there first. i teach classes such as uh, well actually i would hate to offend you, perhaps i’ll tell you that another time. i do teach however, i’m a tenured professor at the university here in the city. i—– are you from here? ❜
once dean’s suit jacket has been draped over the back of his chair, his eyes flicker back up to his date’s incredible stare. he can only reciprocate the scrutiny for so long before clearing his throat and glancing away, gaze tracing the pattern of the embroidered tablecloth instead. staring isn’t his thing. but it does make him feel … liked. not that he’d admit as much to anyone who asked.
when castiel speaks of religion, dean almost winces — he doubts he could date a bible basher. but the man continues talking, and his shoulders relax, lips curving up into a smile once again. ‘ a professor, huh ? so you’re, like, pretty damn clever. ’ he wants to add don’t be afraid, i’m not easily offended, but his throat catches the words at the sense of commitment relaying from castiel’s other words — another time. he’s already planning on seeing dean again. the phrase unnerves dean, but he smiles through it, considering mutely how uninterested this man is for a quick fling and instead searching, perhaps, for something intimate.
he carries on, sitting back and spreading his legs to allow for a more comfortable position. he’s displayed invitingly, but far from inappropriately, retaining his dignity in the restaurant by keeping any suggestion subtle. ‘ i got an apartment, journey’s about ten minutes from here in my car. how about you, professor ?’
‘ Maybe not, but I’m in advanced English– we did Macbeth and Hamlet so far this year. ’
He’s not really interested in playing a game of who’s got it worse, but he pairs his comment with a jovial smile, and an eye-roll, attempting to lighten the mood. Advance English was up there in his favourite subjects, nestled neatly beneath Latin and Religious Studies. Lucifer eyes the new kid– Dean– and wonders what’s up with him. He’d heard of the two brothers, but this was the first time he’d seen them.
‘ Nice t’meet you, Dean. ’
dean simply raises his eyebrows at the confession — the kid didn’t look like the geeky type, but they can’t all have floppy hair and set for the growth spurt of the century. still, if this is one of the smart kids, dean wonders if he’d truly prefer to be talking to the other winchester.
‘ yeah, you too — first guy to actually say anythin’ since i got here. ha. ’
Sam just shook his head at his brother’s glee. “I know,” he said quietly when his brother became more serious, and Sam shuffled around on his feet. Dean liked the life on the road better than Sam did. He’d taken more to searching for their mother’s killer, for using their unique skills to help people. And Sam wanted to help people too, just in a different, more legal way. The younger Winchester felt guilty, too, but for keeping Dean with him, making Dean stay to take care of him. “I’m sorry.” His eyes went down to the ground as well. “Dad’ll send money, whatever we decide.”
‘ dude, i know. chill. ’ he still holds faith in his father; if they have no money, if they have nowhere to stay, he’ll drop anything to help them. but that doesn’t happen anymore. he trained dean well enough to … handle the situation. ‘ also, i bought you some crap to help you out with your nerdin’ — sorry, studyin’. since when did textbooks cost, like, eighty dollars, anyway ?’
“that’s bullshit.” she responds straight away, folding her arms over her chest in defence. “there’s no such thing, so how about y’ stop playin’ this little game an’ help me get in there.”
why does nobody ever believe when it’s demons ?
‘ for the record, i didn’t wanna tell you. and you can believe me or not, but i’m gonna go get your kid while you figure that one out. ’
