[ Castiel follows silently, as he is wont to do. It allows him to keep a careful eye on Dean, ultimately determining that Dean doesn't appear drunk enough to be forcefully sobered through Castiel's healing. Unless he makes himself a nuisance that is.
So the angel follows, not questioning Dean's intent in the slightest until he is presented with... gifts.
Castiel blinks owlishly, just the once. Looks from the fish to Dean to the tie to Dean and then the fish again.
He's missing something here. The tie, he thinks he grasps, and... it settles somewhere between his ribs, a sort of warmth that opens just a little, like a flower unsure whether it's spring or not. Dean's always fussed with Castiel's tie. And the pattern... His eyes flick to Dean's own flannel shirt. Back to the tie.
Oh.
Castiel nods slowly, then reaches up and pulls on the knot of his tie, loosening it until he can pull it off easily, letting the cloth slip into his coat pocket after removing the tie clip that is, as is clearly its purpose, clipped to the the.
Just to the tie. What else would one clip it to?
Castiel nods to the fish. ]
Your brother and you... have a strange taste in gifts.
[ And then he reaches out, cups Dean's hand with one of his and curling the fingers of his other hand around the soft fabric Dean is holding out to him. ]
Thank you, Dean.
[ Dean's fooling no one here. Castiel knows what Sam's been involved in here... and who's giving him something that looks like he's cut from the same cloth as the Winchesters.
It's... touching, Castiel things. Unnecessary, but... he doesn't know why he can't just dismiss the gesture, why it sits in his ribcage like I'd rather have you, cursed or not.
He fastens the new tie. Crooked, hopelessly so, despite the sheer look of concentration. The tie clip is added to it. And Castiel looks at Dean, lips slightly quirked, but most of that smile and softness sits in his eyes.
Just this once, Dean... he gets what you're not saying. ]
I have something for you as well. It won't arrive until the next ferry.
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So the angel follows, not questioning Dean's intent in the slightest until he is presented with... gifts.
Castiel blinks owlishly, just the once. Looks from the fish to Dean to the tie to Dean and then the fish again.
He's missing something here. The tie, he thinks he grasps, and... it settles somewhere between his ribs, a sort of warmth that opens just a little, like a flower unsure whether it's spring or not. Dean's always fussed with Castiel's tie. And the pattern... His eyes flick to Dean's own flannel shirt. Back to the tie.
Oh.
Castiel nods slowly, then reaches up and pulls on the knot of his tie, loosening it until he can pull it off easily, letting the cloth slip into his coat pocket after removing the tie clip that is, as is clearly its purpose, clipped to the the.
Just to the tie. What else would one clip it to?
Castiel nods to the fish. ]
Your brother and you... have a strange taste in gifts.
[ And then he reaches out, cups Dean's hand with one of his and curling the fingers of his other hand around the soft fabric Dean is holding out to him. ]
Thank you, Dean.
[ Dean's fooling no one here. Castiel knows what Sam's been involved in here... and who's giving him something that looks like he's cut from the same cloth as the Winchesters.
It's... touching, Castiel things. Unnecessary, but... he doesn't know why he can't just dismiss the gesture, why it sits in his ribcage like I'd rather have you, cursed or not.
He fastens the new tie. Crooked, hopelessly so, despite the sheer look of concentration. The tie clip is added to it. And Castiel looks at Dean, lips slightly quirked, but most of that smile and softness sits in his eyes.
Just this once, Dean... he gets what you're not saying. ]
I have something for you as well. It won't arrive until the next ferry.