[ There are questions arching through his mind like lighning in a bottle. Clipped and rapid-fire, the ancient mind of an eons old soldier trying to process through the hazy fog Cas prefers to let his mind float into these days.
He doesn't voice them.
Dean will tell him in his own time, or he won't.
And in the meantime, Cas observes. Street layouts. The things lurking in the dark. Where Dean's eyes slide, where attention needs to go. The path from where they were to the house. The state of it. The new wood. Safer, not safe. Squatter home with personal touches. Ashes in the fireplace that the liger sprawls in front of comfortably. Cas' fingertips trail the outline of a turtle, but his gaze flicks to the window, can't stop scanning his surroundings.
Dean has been here a while.
Cas doesn't know how to feel about that. He shoves his hand into the depths of his pocket, curls his fingers around the smooth plastic of a bottle whose lable has long since worn off. No idea yet how and where he'll get to refill his stash. Cas sighs, lets the bottle rest where it is for now. ]
Nice home.
[ He says it before Dean steps into the room, keeps his back to the man, but lets his gaze drop to the pillows, fingers moving on to the fluffy texture of a green flower. ]
no subject
He doesn't voice them.
Dean will tell him in his own time, or he won't.
And in the meantime, Cas observes. Street layouts. The things lurking in the dark. Where Dean's eyes slide, where attention needs to go. The path from where they were to the house. The state of it. The new wood. Safer, not safe. Squatter home with personal touches. Ashes in the fireplace that the liger sprawls in front of comfortably. Cas' fingertips trail the outline of a turtle, but his gaze flicks to the window, can't stop scanning his surroundings.
Dean has been here a while.
Cas doesn't know how to feel about that. He shoves his hand into the depths of his pocket, curls his fingers around the smooth plastic of a bottle whose lable has long since worn off. No idea yet how and where he'll get to refill his stash. Cas sighs, lets the bottle rest where it is for now. ]
Nice home.
[ He says it before Dean steps into the room, keeps his back to the man, but lets his gaze drop to the pillows, fingers moving on to the fluffy texture of a green flower. ]
Nice cat.