[ It's strange how some things work, and how, even after they've come to some sort of agreement, days have gone by without seeing each other. Perhaps Castiel has gotten used to this odd quiet that's settled over them and between them; it had been weeks when Dean had been gone. Yet, unlike then, he's not lost or floundering or lashing out at anyone who might pretend to care. He just exists, and that's only a small favor in the scheme of things.
And this is certainly something he hadn't expected either, Dean drunk at his door. There had been a few occasions like this before something had broken the strings of their friendship, before they'd found Chitaqua, but he hadn't expected it here. His expectations are considerably lower these days. Castiel, too, isn't even in his room. He's actually dragging himself back to sleep, still wired from the last few days.
So, he's approaching him from the side. Somewhat concerned, somewhat skeptical. ]
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And this is certainly something he hadn't expected either, Dean drunk at his door. There had been a few occasions like this before something had broken the strings of their friendship, before they'd found Chitaqua, but he hadn't expected it here. His expectations are considerably lower these days. Castiel, too, isn't even in his room. He's actually dragging himself back to sleep, still wired from the last few days.
So, he's approaching him from the side. Somewhat concerned, somewhat skeptical. ]
What are you doing?