[Cas goes in search of Dean after patching up a small gaggle of individuals with scrapes on arms and legs and other appendages, a bundle wrapped in cloth clutched between his hands as he searches for him.]
[ Dean's not far off. Just realistically. He's trying not to hover or anything. Be respectful of Cas being able to take care of himself and know his limits and whatever.
Can't be overbearing and risk making his best friend want to avoid him, but also can't just wander off and not be able to check on him. So y'know, fair compromise, obviously. Which is how Dean wound up plunked down close by peeling a shitload of Alien Vegetables for dinner later. tbh they all seem on-par with human vegetables and that makes them less exciting. But by god will Dean Winchester do the work anyway. ]
Hey, Cas. [ Not even looking up. Because he's normal and NOT ever concerned about his friend, whose footsteps he would NOT happen to know anywhere. ] How's the boo-boo brigade been treatin' you?
Fine. [Dismissive. That's not why he came over. Most people would identify it as impatience, but Dean could always tell when he was eager to talk about or show something.
He holds out the bundle for Dean to take; inside the cloth are two thick wedges of a pastry with some sort of thick, sweet filling.]
[ Okay yeah, that's worth actually looking up for. It's nice to hear Cas kinda excited about something.
Update: it's extra nice to see what's got him in the show-and-tell mood, hold on holy shit. Dean makes a whoa-ho-hoooo what have we here noise about it, like any man who loves a) food and b) being given foods. ]
I received them in exchange for my services. [His bedside manner had been as shit as it always is, but the children (adolescents? pupae?) had found it funny for some reason. They'd run back over as he repacked his supplies just to give him that.
Castiel sits down across from Dean, making no move to take one of the slices for himself, instead watching Dean with an intensity many would call off-putting.] The filling is made from native fruits. [Dramatic pause] It looks like pie.
[Are you not enticed? Has not your most steadfast and fervent knight supplied you with sufficient repast?]
[ Off-putting to some. Perhaps even to most. Not so much to Dean because Cas is a weirdo all the time. Okay, at least not off-putting to Dean right now specifically, which still counts. He's used to it.
Dean would've gone Rambo through Purgatory for a hundred years looking for him if he had to, and it's kind of a pain in the ass how nobody, Cas included, seems to truly get that. Get why he'd do that. Almost like some of the onus is on Dean to communicate??? Sounds fake.
Cas is without a doubt the weirdest, most annoying guy in the universe. He's also one of the best people to ever exist. He's the only angel that's even worth caring about. He pisses Dean off. He worries about keeping Dean safe. He's done shit that hurt more than almost anything else anyone's ever done before. He sometimes looks at Dean like the world hinges on his random-ass opinions about random-ass stuff, but everything Cas is is something Cas has built himself. After like a bajillion years of Heavenly bullshit.
And the guy acts like who he is isn't even worth anything. Ridiculous bullshit, man. On all levels. Sometimes Dean wants to be allowed to kiss him on his stupid mouth about it. Whatever. ]
Yeah it does. Alien pie. [ Of course he's enticed. This is the best thing that's happened to him since Cas gave him that gun. Dean is a Christmas tree that just got plugged in.
Damn. If Star Trek was real, he might have thought about leaving the family business to hitch himself to Starfleet. Wouldn't have done it for real, obviously, but for sure would've had the thought. ] Guess someone likes the way you do business.
[ And Dean gets to reap the benefits... the delicious benefits. Truly a kept man rn. He scoops one of the wedges into his hand-- good sturdy crust, love that-- and holds the cloth with the other one out to Cas. You literally did all the work to earn this, you should reap a delicious benefit also. ]
them both on one knee with a ring. embarrassed for them
[There. That glow. The note of appreciation. Castiel soaks in those droplets of gratitude like the sun-parched earth beneath their feet.
Shakes his head, tucking into himself a little as if to curl around his growling stomach, physically pulling himself away from the offer to share.] I want you to have them.
[ Cas is so little guy. Such a little guy. Dean can't wait to figure out how to kill whatever exactly it is that's got him all jacked up.
It's supposed to be good to be able to look forward to something in life, right? Future plans. Like killing god. ]
I mean, you know you don't gotta twist my arm when there's pie on the table. I'll eat the hell outta these things. [ Oh bestie, beloved, stalwart knight. Breadwinner of the day probably. ] Kinda goes against all that labor to not enjoy your fruits, though.
[ And it obviously has nothing to do with that guilty under-skin crawling feeling that comes from the idea of eating when someone important to him is sitting here feeling actively hungry. Hasn't-really-eaten-in-days hungry. Intact grace notwithstanding. Like, what is Cas even getting out of this???
Freak. ] Last call.
[ He will absolutely HORK this dessert, don't test him! ]
[ Squints in suspicion just because he personally! Doesn't think it would be wasted as long as Cas enjoyed it! But he also knows Cas means in terms of like... practicality, there. Pragmatism.
This planet is so fucking stupid.
Dean withdraws his offering with a little eyeroll. He has to do everything with attitude or he'll think about Cas and his ~far more rewarding to me~ nonsense. And he cannot afford that in this economy. It's probably better table manners to eat hunched over the cloth anyway. Lest he contaminate all that stuff he just peeled. ]
Suit yourself, pal. [ More for him :).
He will of course still feel guilty for it, but he can do that when he's done being the happiest boy in the desert. Because this is actually some damn good pie. ] Point me in the right direction, I bet I can sweettalk an alien into givin' up this secret family recipe for later.
[ Negates all table manners by talking with mouth full. It's fine. Dean will make Cas so much good food in that nebulous later where either his stomach is back in order or they don't have to consider rationing supplies so much. He needs to believe that. ]
[Is literally sitting, cheek on his chin, watching Dean with that special expression of soft adoration that makes him look genuinely Hallmark-angelic. It's probably easy to identify as his I love humans look, or maybe it's easily mistaken as that. Maybe it's a generic feeling, for all of humanity. Maybe it isn't.]
Okay, [Castiel says, so very softly. Of course he will. They'll probably be delighted to show Dean how to make it; Dean's genuine enthusiasm for art and food and community has a way of getting people of all walks of life to open up to him. While Dean -and to some extent, Sam- tend to use it to engender good will during hunts, it still goes to show just how easily Dean connects with other humans, with other mortals.]
[ That's very easy to identify as Cas's I love humans look. Dean knows that look better than anyone else does, probably. Not for weird reasons. It's just one of his favorites is all. Everyone gets a few spots in Dean's favorite expressions catalog.
There's always an off-putting edge to this one that's hard to pin down when it's directed at him specifically. Makes him feel simultaneously too small and larger than life. A bug getting swept into a napkin so someone can put it outside, and the painted ceilings of the friggin' Sistine Chapel.
Cas never makes it seem like he expects Dean to do something with the undivided attention, though. Which is part of why it's a favorite whether he's on the business end or not. (The other part, maybe, is just that it's good to see Cas look like this once in a while. Even better if it's because of something Dean does, whatever the actual hell it is that he has done.) ]
Okay. [ The kitchens on the Theorem are gonna be his new domain. Dean's gonna run one of those things like the goddamn Navy. ] Don't think you get outta taste-testing whatever the hell I try to make just because you're bein' nice.
[ Answering him all soft and gentle-like... shut up. He'll kill you. He'll get spoiled from this gift and go get so many alien recipe cards, and then he will kill you. ]
Got it. I'll go back to being mean to you. [How amazing. How incredible that he's gone his whole life without this. Millions of years without this kind of warmth. He's hardly deserving, and he still can't deny himself.]
[And if some of the other caravan travelers spot the two of them and pointedly don't head over to check on the progress of the vegetables, well, then that's their business.]
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yeah exactly probly tryin 2 balance teh whole xpedition so better 4 me 2 B proactive bout not gettin left behind
im not sure how good his mem is yet u kno?? but i dont want him lookin up a few light years away liek "gee gosh n golly,, wait! wheres my good buddy nao?"
neway doin follow up @ teh temple i thought id have moer time but parently not so ┐(´д`)┌
at tat tiem there was no malicous Ntent or hostility Ntendoed or wed B dead and navigatin watever life n death process in tis weirdo universe im sure uve realizd tat an if not well
[ She trusts Dean to interpret the "TA DA!!!" that follows. ]
theres Nvaluable info n teh temple beyond wat Dormant peeps can sens and interpret err spiritually Nsensitive types like (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ)
ur super normies who cant naturaly see teh immaterial idk wat u guys call em where ur from
snot ideal 4 me 2 be checkin it out rn but im not comin back here once we leave sooo ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ
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Can't be overbearing and risk making his best friend want to avoid him, but also can't just wander off and not be able to check on him. So y'know, fair compromise, obviously. Which is how Dean wound up plunked down close by peeling a shitload of Alien Vegetables for dinner later. tbh they all seem on-par with human vegetables and that makes them less exciting. But by god will Dean Winchester do the work anyway. ]
Hey, Cas. [ Not even looking up. Because he's normal and NOT ever concerned about his friend, whose footsteps he would NOT happen to know anywhere. ] How's the boo-boo brigade been treatin' you?
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He holds out the bundle for Dean to take; inside the cloth are two thick wedges of a pastry with some sort of thick, sweet filling.]
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Update: it's extra nice to see what's got him in the show-and-tell mood, hold on holy shit. Dean makes a whoa-ho-hoooo what have we here noise about it, like any man who loves a) food and b) being given foods. ]
Where the hell were they keepin' these?
[ Like hello??? TREASURE DELIVERY? ]
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Castiel sits down across from Dean, making no move to take one of the slices for himself, instead watching Dean with an intensity many would call off-putting.] The filling is made from native fruits. [Dramatic pause] It looks like pie.
[Are you not enticed? Has not your most steadfast and fervent knight supplied you with sufficient repast?]
on our gay shit in the caravan smdh
Dean would've gone Rambo through Purgatory for a hundred years looking for him if he had to, and it's kind of a pain in the ass how nobody, Cas included, seems to truly get that. Get why he'd do that. Almost like some of the onus is on Dean to communicate??? Sounds fake.
Cas is without a doubt the weirdest, most annoying guy in the universe. He's also one of the best people to ever exist. He's the only angel that's even worth caring about. He pisses Dean off. He worries about keeping Dean safe. He's done shit that hurt more than almost anything else anyone's ever done before. He sometimes looks at Dean like the world hinges on his random-ass opinions about random-ass stuff, but everything Cas is is something Cas has built himself. After like a bajillion years of Heavenly bullshit.
And the guy acts like who he is isn't even worth anything. Ridiculous bullshit, man. On all levels. Sometimes Dean wants to be allowed to kiss him on his stupid mouth about it. Whatever. ]
Yeah it does. Alien pie. [ Of course he's enticed. This is the best thing that's happened to him since Cas gave him that gun. Dean is a Christmas tree that just got plugged in.
Damn. If Star Trek was real, he might have thought about leaving the family business to hitch himself to Starfleet. Wouldn't have done it for real, obviously, but for sure would've had the thought. ] Guess someone likes the way you do business.
[ And Dean gets to reap the benefits... the delicious benefits. Truly a kept man rn. He scoops one of the wedges into his hand-- good sturdy crust, love that-- and holds the cloth with the other one out to Cas. You literally did all the work to earn this, you should reap a delicious benefit also. ]
them both on one knee with a ring. embarrassed for them
Shakes his head, tucking into himself a little as if to curl around his growling stomach, physically pulling himself away from the offer to share.] I want you to have them.
caravan SICK of them already
It's supposed to be good to be able to look forward to something in life, right? Future plans. Like killing god. ]
I mean, you know you don't gotta twist my arm when there's pie on the table. I'll eat the hell outta these things. [ Oh bestie, beloved, stalwart knight. Breadwinner of the day probably. ] Kinda goes against all that labor to not enjoy your fruits, though.
[ And it obviously has nothing to do with that guilty under-skin crawling feeling that comes from the idea of eating when someone important to him is sitting here feeling actively hungry. Hasn't-really-eaten-in-days hungry. Intact grace notwithstanding. Like, what is Cas even getting out of this???
Freak. ] Last call.
[ He will absolutely HORK this dessert, don't test him! ]
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...it would just be a waste, [he lands on, hugging his knees.] If you eat them, I get to see them being enjoyed. That's far more rewarding to me.
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This planet is so fucking stupid.
Dean withdraws his offering with a little eyeroll. He has to do everything with attitude or he'll think about Cas and his ~far more rewarding to me~ nonsense. And he cannot afford that in this economy. It's probably better table manners to eat hunched over the cloth anyway. Lest he contaminate all that stuff he just peeled. ]
Suit yourself, pal. [ More for him :).
He will of course still feel guilty for it, but he can do that when he's done being the happiest boy in the desert. Because this is actually some damn good pie. ] Point me in the right direction, I bet I can sweettalk an alien into givin' up this secret family recipe for later.
[ Negates all table manners by talking with mouth full. It's fine. Dean will make Cas so much good food in that nebulous later where either his stomach is back in order or they don't have to consider rationing supplies so much. He needs to believe that. ]
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Okay, [Castiel says, so very softly. Of course he will. They'll probably be delighted to show Dean how to make it; Dean's genuine enthusiasm for art and food and community has a way of getting people of all walks of life to open up to him. While Dean -and to some extent, Sam- tend to use it to engender good will during hunts, it still goes to show just how easily Dean connects with other humans, with other mortals.]
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There's always an off-putting edge to this one that's hard to pin down when it's directed at him specifically. Makes him feel simultaneously too small and larger than life. A bug getting swept into a napkin so someone can put it outside, and the painted ceilings of the friggin' Sistine Chapel.
Cas never makes it seem like he expects Dean to do something with the undivided attention, though. Which is part of why it's a favorite whether he's on the business end or not. (The other part, maybe, is just that it's good to see Cas look like this once in a while. Even better if it's because of something Dean does, whatever the actual hell it is that he has done.) ]
Okay. [ The kitchens on the Theorem are gonna be his new domain. Dean's gonna run one of those things like the goddamn Navy. ] Don't think you get outta taste-testing whatever the hell I try to make just because you're bein' nice.
[ Answering him all soft and gentle-like... shut up. He'll kill you. He'll get spoiled from this gift and go get so many alien recipe cards, and then he will kill you. ]
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Attaboy, Cas, that'll show me. [ Get his ass, etc. ] Still won't get you outta anything, but you know I'll respect the hustle.
[ Thriving. Hydrated. Flourishing. Enriched. ]
🎀
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can u guys make sure sunday doesn let teh ship leave wo me??
OK thx bai!! (uωu 人)
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why you asking that?
where are you what's your location
not immediate like usual sorry not sorry dad
i mean
have u MET sunday??
[ As though the question itself is supposed to explain everything. ]
i support her
my question was more like WHAT the hell are you doing that you need to ask me to have him hold the last escape pod
ahem as you should
probly tryin 2 balance teh whole xpedition so
better 4 me 2 B proactive bout not gettin left behind
im not sure how good his mem is yet u kno??
but i dont want him lookin up a few light years away liek
"gee gosh n golly,, wait! wheres my good buddy nao?"
neway doin follow up @ teh temple
i thought id have moer time but parently not so ┐(´д`)┌
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pretty sure sunday would notice how weirdly quiet it was around him before then if you're buddy-buddy, but if it comes to it i'll remember.
what kind of follow up? wasn't exactly a good time for ANYBODY who went in there. what are you gonna do if that thing whammies you?
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at tat tiem
there was no malicous Ntent or hostility Ntendoed
or wed B dead and navigatin watever life n death process in tis weirdo universe
im sure uve realizd tat
an if not well
[ She trusts Dean to interpret the "TA DA!!!" that follows. ]
theres Nvaluable info n teh temple beyond wat Dormant peeps can sens and interpret
err spiritually Nsensitive types
like (ʃ⌣́ ,⌣́ ƪ)
ur super normies who cant naturaly see teh immaterial
idk wat u guys call em where ur from
snot ideal 4 me 2 be checkin it out rn
but im not comin back here once we leave sooo ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ
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are you telling me you're a friggin MEDIUM?
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i dont make my money tat way
and i dont do charity ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ
unless tats teh word u use 4 Awakened ig
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shouldn't that make you the absolute last person to risk going in there and getting brain blasted?