[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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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.
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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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