[ why is the question of the hour. dean's wearing something of a smirk, cold and ruthless in the way he aims it at cas. he feels-- he feels nothing inside though, doesn't let himself to make this easier. the smirk is a mask, worn for annoyance, to make cas' decisions easier for him.
so he shrugs, turns somewhat to the duffel like it's more important, and throws in the shirt he'd clutched in his hands. ]
Better that way.
[ it's the only explanation he's willing to give up, as if it's all cas needs to know. deserves to know. it's nonchalant, airy... every bit as casual and dismissive as dean can muster. a quiet beat later, he's tossing another brief look at his friend, though it only lasts a second or so.
he can't look at him straight in the eye. not right now. ]
no subject
so he shrugs, turns somewhat to the duffel like it's more important, and throws in the shirt he'd clutched in his hands. ]
Better that way.
[ it's the only explanation he's willing to give up, as if it's all cas needs to know. deserves to know. it's nonchalant, airy... every bit as casual and dismissive as dean can muster. a quiet beat later, he's tossing another brief look at his friend, though it only lasts a second or so.
he can't look at him straight in the eye. not right now. ]
Does it matter where I go? You get this place.