[ The impassiveness he'd remarkably kept in check before slips away into something of a frown at that comment, at the general lack of normal behavior from him. All of this leaves him with no basis for anything, why Dean's this drunk and what he'd been doing seeking him out. The last time they'd drank together-- Well, those are not the best memories for comparison, and Castiel takes a second to lift the bottle up to smell its contents.
Definitely alcohol, at least. Definitely something strong. He idly takes a sip as he watches him. ]
Nowhere. [ Because it's not Dean's business where he'd been. Castiel doesn't know where they stand, even after their last conversation. It makes him wary. ] Let's talk inside.
[ And get him on a more solid surface than his own two legs. He pushes the bottle back into his hand and tries to go for the door, forcing himself closer to the other man for that purpose. Whether or not they actually make it there is another topic entirely. ]
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Definitely alcohol, at least. Definitely something strong. He idly takes a sip as he watches him. ]
Nowhere. [ Because it's not Dean's business where he'd been. Castiel doesn't know where they stand, even after their last conversation. It makes him wary. ] Let's talk inside.
[ And get him on a more solid surface than his own two legs. He pushes the bottle back into his hand and tries to go for the door, forcing himself closer to the other man for that purpose. Whether or not they actually make it there is another topic entirely. ]