[ He turns away again, arms crossing and his hands sliding to cup his elbows as he stands there listening to him. Of course he would choose to go alone. It really shouldn't surprise him, but it still worries him, unsure where that particular meeting would even go. What would an entirely clueless him do in the event he learned what he actually was? Would he ever remember Dean if he forgot him?
It has him hesitating, something pulling at his chest. ]
I haven't spoken with Sam yet. [ A breath. ] I came to you first.
[ And then, he's giving into that tugging urge to face the other man, oddly relieved to find him just a little closer. Less distracted by whatever he was doing before, more focused on him and the conversation. Castiel won't say he isn't pleased with the attention--even if they're talking about the angel. ]
And I didn't tell the other you that you were here. [ Didn't see a point in it. ]
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It has him hesitating, something pulling at his chest. ]
I haven't spoken with Sam yet. [ A breath. ] I came to you first.
[ And then, he's giving into that tugging urge to face the other man, oddly relieved to find him just a little closer. Less distracted by whatever he was doing before, more focused on him and the conversation. Castiel won't say he isn't pleased with the attention--even if they're talking about the angel. ]
And I didn't tell the other you that you were here. [ Didn't see a point in it. ]