It's true I got up a little later than usual, but yeah. [He won't go into the specifics.]
I was hoping to meet at the smaller shop next door to it. Wouldn't have guessed it had much to offer but I found some jackets that would do the trick if things turned into the 'Day After Tomorrow' anytime soon.
[In case Dean skimmed his text, Sam stands in wait between the two businesses. He already has on one of the jackets he spoke of and a scarf (courtesy of Ruby) around his neck for warmth. He's not surprised in the least to see Dean drive up in the Impala when he himself walked. He points his head to the door when Dean steps out.]
[ Dean did skim his text, but he doesn't miss Sam standing outside. He's wearing his usual jacket, no scarf, but it's warm in the Impala. He eyes Sam, checking him over to make sure he appears to be doing well. He has to make sure Sam is eating and getting enough sleep, that sort of thing. ]
You do the Haley Jo thing or you just want me to look like a dork too? [ It's Dean's sneaky way of asking if Sam has had visions where he saw frozen dead people.]
[Sam reads Dean's text over but leaves it as there is nothing to convey the look he makes while reading it. He knows which battles to let go. Besides Dean also has a point. Fortunately, he gets what Dean is really asking on his arrival and pushes the one first idea away. No. He hasn't had any extraordinary dreams for months now.]
None of the above. We're here to get you in something warm, that's all.
[As for his appearance, nothing should raise eyebrows aside from his hair sticks up around his ears and at the back. In a similar manner he glances over Dean's usual jacket with his trademark disapproval. He won't wait to go in and lead Dean to his first choice.]
Castiel sent Dean updates while he was at Lucy's. For instance, how they're were making blueberry muffins for breakfast (not really aware that is code for sex in parts of the world). He sent pictures over the next few days for visual evidence too. Proof of life seems important to Dean these days and Cas sees the updates as fun. Often he does ask what Dean had for dinner too.
As is with all things, his human period ends which prompts his return to the bunker. In some ways it's like checking in, in others it's like returning home. He welcomes the feeling by breathing in deep when breathing is no longer necessary, then opts to take the stairs down for the simple joy it would give him to do so on his own two feet. (It's not lost on him that his human feelings aren't yet gone. And that's fine. He's grown into them so well that sometimes it's more foreign to feel his grace make the switch back into his core.)
Fortunately, he's pretty sure lingering too long around the entrance would garner questions. Of course it's easiest to guess where Dean would be so he continues straight to the kitchen. Dean mumbles something with his mouth full and, not sure what he says, Castiel nods anyway. "You didn't reply to my last text. I thought I would bring you the real thing," he says. He brought a half box of day old pastries that he holds up.
Dean actually appreciates the updates. Proof of life is important to Dean as is knowing that Cas didn't disappear from Itinere completely. He likes knowing that Cas is enjoying his life in Itinere. It's something he wants for all the Winchesters. Dean usually sends Cas pictures in return of whatever he's having for dinner or a selfie with Carmen.
(Dean thinks it's a good thing that he can still experience human feelings and emotions while being an angel. He thinks it's one of the downfalls of most of the other angels)
He's right. At least there's no one around to observe that lingering. Dean looks up when Cas comes into the kitchen. The thing that he mumbled was 'want some pie' and he takes Castiel's nod as yes, he wants pie. Dean gets another plate and slices a hunk of pie before passing it over to Cas. He grins at being brought food. "Lucy make these?"
It is Dean who introduced Castiel to the concept of a selfie. Yet,yes, he
still got it wrong and sent Dean that picture of Lucy and his feet while
"netflix and chilling."
(It would not be the worst thing in his opinion to be stuck with a half
soul and half grace.)
No one that would tell him to stop being weird and come in already or use
some metaphor he didn't follow (cows coming home right any bells?),
thankfully. Castiel can only assume Dean wants him to have pie and he sits
down where the plate is placed. "Thank you," he adds. He places the box
down closer to Dean. "No...yes. We worked together to make them. There's
one of each." Blueberry, pumpkin, banana, etc. Evidence to that fact is the
little bit of flour in his hair.
It's okay. Dean actually likes Cas's idea of a selfie. It gives Dean a better idea of what Cas is doing anyway. (That is not 'netflix and chilling' Cas. Or maybe it was and that picture Dean got is prior to the 'chilling' part).
Dean inspects the box of pastries and looks up to inspect Cas as well. He observes the flour in his hair, but mostly he's checking to make sure his friend is okay. "Luce trying to turn you into a baker? Not the worse thing you could become," he assures him.
Then it seems to work for the both of them. Cas feels like one of them with
the check ins going both ways. (It could very well have been before any
legitimate 'chilling.' Cas is only one to tell if asked.)
Does Dean want one or not? Castiel can only guess that there is something
off in the way they came out and momentarily looks down at them to see what
it could be. Flour in his hair should go away should he shower. That's
probably where he will go next. He'll take it as compliment to be
considered a baker. "There is no trying. I'm certified to recreate this on
my own now." According to Luce. "But yes. I offered to help bake for her to
pick up the slack."
Are you kidding? Of course, Dean wants one. He'll grab for one, take a huge bite and place it on the plate next to what's left of his pie. For the moment, Cas will have to judge Dean's reaction based on the surprised expression on his face; his mouth is far too full to talk. "Really?" He's surprised because it's good. He grins at Cas's use of the idiom and give him a thumbs up.
Dean is always one to stuff his mouth and Castiel does feel he's better
equipped to read the expressions the hunter has while chipmunk faced.
"Yes," he answers, knowledgeable enough to know the recipe and measurements
aren't what Dean are looking for. The thumps up are his next clue that he's
done a good job which prompts a smile. "You can tell me if you need more."
It's an offer as well as a cause for pride.
Cas knows him very well. No, Dean knows there's a recipe and measurements, but that doesn't mean a lot. The smile is great. Dean wants Cas to b happy here and wants him to actually have a life here (much the way he wants Sam happy and to have a life--Dean worries about everyone except himself). "You kidding? I'm going to need a stock of baked goods," Dean tells him. Lucy often supplies the bunker with baked goods, but it's not like having a resident baker.
Yes, Cas. That's now you. "Good few days then?" Dean pokes between bites.
Dean has been planning this almost as long as Sam and Ruby have been planning the wedding. They hadn't given him much notice, after all. Back home, Dean would have done it up right and driven Sam and Cas to Vegas. Here, he has to settle for something much tamer, but there's a poker game going on at the dive bar on the edge of town. They can hustle up some pool and the waitresses wear very short shorts with tied-up tee shirts. It's the best that Dean can do given that Sam ruled out actual fun (aka strippers).
The first thing Dean does when he, Cas, John, and Sam arrive is order a round of shots (whiskey) for everyone. A couple more of those and most of them are good to go. The rest of the night is (mostly) up to Sam.
Missing out on the Vegas trip isn't a bad thing in Sam's book. The bar wouldn't be on his list of ideas either but they did come to an agreement; on the condition Dean not bring strippers into it, he would give Dean some creative license. The least he could do is give it a chance and ignore the short skirts when they came in. However, he would give a side look as if to question why it had to be the seediest bar and mentally sigh.
The whiskey goes down well. By the third shot, water on standard and some leafy greens, Sam is ready to throw in some ideas. "Right...so when was the last time any of us played pool?" His buzz makes him fuzzy on the average to whom the last winner between them was with their timelines.
Oh, Sammy. Sometimes, Dean isn't sure that they share any DNA. John is okay with missing out on the Vegas trip as well though. Sam and John really do have a lot in common. Of course, it had to be the seediest bar. The girls are at the nice bar. You can't expect a town Itinere's size to have more than a couple of bars. Besides, Lucy doesn't make the waitresses wear tiny skirts and tiny skirts are an integral part of this bachelor party. Dean grins like an idiot and winks at Sam when he gets that look from his brother. In Dean's book, that means he's doing something right.
Sam will find water here, but no leafy greens. He can dtox with those things tomorrow. Tonight is all about the whiskey. John shakes his head, trying to come up with a time for Sam. "Outside of the bunker...years?"
Dean has a more direct answer. "That time we played for our luck in that bar. Why? You want to give it a go, Sammich? We could team up. Me and Cas against you and Dad?"
They definitely do not share the same familial brain chemistry is what Sam
might point out if this was another one of Dean's musing. What they do or
don't do is all beside the point. John and Sam have a (un)healthy respect
for their partners. Of course Dean hadn't thought to move the date or time.
But they're here now, may as well make the best of it. Tiny skirts are the
only thing Sam is making a point of not paying attention to. Sorry, not
sorry, brother. Sam runs his hand through his hair in annoyance but gives
Dean no more satisfaction of a response.
No greens? His mouth hangs open, a brief pause, before he settles on fries
and a slice of pineapple pizza. Guarantee that Dean or anyone could guess
tomorrow he will detox on greens. Whiskey is at least a lot better than
beer. The last time John can recall maybe the most fair point to draw from
so it's met with consideration.
Dean's is met with a scoff. "You're on. But you didn't exactly win against
me either." Nevermind that he won against all odds against a Goddess. "What
do you say Dad? Cas?"
Cas has never played pool more than he has watched it so his head tilts
before he asks what set of rules they're playing by. There seems to be a
lot of ways that people play.
Dean did the best he could with the rules he was given. If Sam weren't annoyed by Dean, he'd worry that baby brother had lost his soul (again).
It's a dive bar. Everything here is fried or greasy. Dean makes a comment about pineapple not belonging on pizza. Weirdo, but Sam is here and drinking. The fun will come.
Dean gives him that look: pinched smirk that and almost eye roll that says 'really> that's what we're going with'. John shrugs and take a sip of his whiskey. "Mary told me I couldn't come back to the house until at least ten. I'm game. You can tell the story of this playing for luck while we're at it."
Cas gets that patented Dean Winchester 'what are you smoking' look when he asks about the rules. "You know. Bar rules." He makes short work of explaining the rules to Cas while they move their drinks to a nearby table next to the pool table then starts setting the game up.
In some ways, Sam knew Dean would bend the rules to "work within them." The most he can be is annoyed at Dean. Fortunately, his soul is perfectly intact.
As long as the pineapple does not smell or taste like sore alcohol Sam will manage to survive. He shoots Dean a look as if to say 'you're one to talk' about what goes on pizza. They never could agree, but it is hardly an argument. After he shifts his attention to John with a nod. "Then it's settled. Staying out till a little past ten works for me. Bar rules means Cas should break first." As he's technically never played one game in his life.
While Castiel listens to Dean, his own patented look of 'where is that written' stares back. There is only a sign which states no shoes and no shirt equates to no service and, at some point in the explanation, he brings that up. The expectation is to use the cue to break and he does so semi-successfully with a weak hit.
The pineapple won't, but rum-soaked fruit is now something Dean is entertaining for the wedding reception. Dean looks back and forth between Sam and John, a look of betrayal on his face. "Seriously? Ten? Are we all grandmas here?" Dean just hopes Cas will be better at pool than everyone else believes.
Dean just shrugs and gives Cas a grin. He surveys the break and looks at Cas. "Okay. We can work with this." He starts to give Cas some instruction while John takes a shot. H sinks one colored ball into the pocket, but misses the second. he hasn't played in a while. It's back to Dean's turn and sinks two striped balls before the turn gos back to Sam.
Rum-soaked fruit wouldn't be the worst of Dean's ideas. Just no pineapples
as Dean should know that Sam thinks pineapples smelling of alcohol is the
epitome of trash road food. "I'm not staying out until ten in the morning,"
Sam warns but rolls his eyes at Dean. His brother always had a comment when
he brought his senseable sleeping hours.
Unfortunately, Castiel could be a lot better. He's had some practice during
his human "time off" but was hustled for his money more than taught how to
meaningfully play the game. Dean gives him the sense that they can work
with the break. Cas follows what Dean explains to him and watches how the
rest of them play. Dean's last hit puts the cue ball positioned better to
striped balls and Sam sinks the only colored ball available before throwing
his turn to Cas. No matter what Cas does, the cue ball will have to move in
a better position. Cas does as Dean instructs and manages a striped ball
into the right pocket.
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Just look into a warmer jacket, will you?
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Fine. Meet me in an hour at that outdoor world store.
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I was hoping to meet at the smaller shop next door to it. Wouldn't have guessed it had much to offer but I found some jackets that would do the trick if things turned into the 'Day After Tomorrow' anytime soon.
[In case Dean skimmed his text, Sam stands in wait between the two businesses. He already has on one of the jackets he spoke of and a scarf (courtesy of Ruby) around his neck for warmth. He's not surprised in the least to see Dean drive up in the Impala when he himself walked. He points his head to the door when Dean steps out.]
It's the shop over there.
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[ Dean did skim his text, but he doesn't miss Sam standing outside. He's wearing his usual jacket, no scarf, but it's warm in the Impala. He eyes Sam, checking him over to make sure he appears to be doing well. He has to make sure Sam is eating and getting enough sleep, that sort of thing. ]
You do the Haley Jo thing or you just want me to look like a dork too? [ It's Dean's sneaky way of asking if Sam has had visions where he saw frozen dead people.]
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None of the above. We're here to get you in something warm, that's all.
[As for his appearance, nothing should raise eyebrows aside from his hair sticks up around his ears and at the back. In a similar manner he glances over Dean's usual jacket with his trademark disapproval. He won't wait to go in and lead Dean to his first choice.]
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As is with all things, his human period ends which prompts his return to the bunker. In some ways it's like checking in, in others it's like returning home. He welcomes the feeling by breathing in deep when breathing is no longer necessary, then opts to take the stairs down for the simple joy it would give him to do so on his own two feet. (It's not lost on him that his human feelings aren't yet gone. And that's fine. He's grown into them so well that sometimes it's more foreign to feel his grace make the switch back into his core.)
Fortunately, he's pretty sure lingering too long around the entrance would garner questions. Of course it's easiest to guess where Dean would be so he continues straight to the kitchen. Dean mumbles something with his mouth full and, not sure what he says, Castiel nods anyway. "You didn't reply to my last text. I thought I would bring you the real thing," he says. He brought a half box of day old pastries that he holds up.
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(Dean thinks it's a good thing that he can still experience human feelings and emotions while being an angel. He thinks it's one of the downfalls of most of the other angels)
He's right. At least there's no one around to observe that lingering. Dean looks up when Cas comes into the kitchen. The thing that he mumbled was 'want some pie' and he takes Castiel's nod as yes, he wants pie. Dean gets another plate and slices a hunk of pie before passing it over to Cas. He grins at being brought food. "Lucy make these?"
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It is Dean who introduced Castiel to the concept of a selfie. Yet,yes, he still got it wrong and sent Dean that picture of Lucy and his feet while "netflix and chilling."
(It would not be the worst thing in his opinion to be stuck with a half soul and half grace.)
No one that would tell him to stop being weird and come in already or use some metaphor he didn't follow (cows coming home right any bells?), thankfully. Castiel can only assume Dean wants him to have pie and he sits down where the plate is placed. "Thank you," he adds. He places the box down closer to Dean. "No...yes. We worked together to make them. There's one of each." Blueberry, pumpkin, banana, etc. Evidence to that fact is the little bit of flour in his hair.
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Dean inspects the box of pastries and looks up to inspect Cas as well. He observes the flour in his hair, but mostly he's checking to make sure his friend is okay. "Luce trying to turn you into a baker? Not the worse thing you could become," he assures him.
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Then it seems to work for the both of them. Cas feels like one of them with the check ins going both ways. (It could very well have been before any legitimate 'chilling.' Cas is only one to tell if asked.)
Does Dean want one or not? Castiel can only guess that there is something off in the way they came out and momentarily looks down at them to see what it could be. Flour in his hair should go away should he shower. That's probably where he will go next. He'll take it as compliment to be considered a baker. "There is no trying. I'm certified to recreate this on my own now." According to Luce. "But yes. I offered to help bake for her to pick up the slack."
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Are you kidding? Of course, Dean wants one. He'll grab for one, take a huge bite and place it on the plate next to what's left of his pie. For the moment, Cas will have to judge Dean's reaction based on the surprised expression on his face; his mouth is far too full to talk. "Really?" He's surprised because it's good. He grins at Cas's use of the idiom and give him a thumbs up.
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Dean is always one to stuff his mouth and Castiel does feel he's better equipped to read the expressions the hunter has while chipmunk faced. "Yes," he answers, knowledgeable enough to know the recipe and measurements aren't what Dean are looking for. The thumps up are his next clue that he's done a good job which prompts a smile. "You can tell me if you need more." It's an offer as well as a cause for pride.
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Yes, Cas. That's now you. "Good few days then?" Dean pokes between bites.
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Bachelor Party | Itinere
The first thing Dean does when he, Cas, John, and Sam arrive is order a round of shots (whiskey) for everyone. A couple more of those and most of them are good to go. The rest of the night is (mostly) up to Sam.
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The whiskey goes down well. By the third shot, water on standard and some leafy greens, Sam is ready to throw in some ideas. "Right...so when was the last time any of us played pool?" His buzz makes him fuzzy on the average to whom the last winner between them was with their timelines.
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Sam will find water here, but no leafy greens. He can dtox with those things tomorrow. Tonight is all about the whiskey. John shakes his head, trying to come up with a time for Sam. "Outside of the bunker...years?"
Dean has a more direct answer. "That time we played for our luck in that bar. Why? You want to give it a go, Sammich? We could team up. Me and Cas against you and Dad?"
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They definitely do not share the same familial brain chemistry is what Sam might point out if this was another one of Dean's musing. What they do or don't do is all beside the point. John and Sam have a (un)healthy respect for their partners. Of course Dean hadn't thought to move the date or time. But they're here now, may as well make the best of it. Tiny skirts are the only thing Sam is making a point of not paying attention to. Sorry, not sorry, brother. Sam runs his hand through his hair in annoyance but gives Dean no more satisfaction of a response.
No greens? His mouth hangs open, a brief pause, before he settles on fries and a slice of pineapple pizza. Guarantee that Dean or anyone could guess tomorrow he will detox on greens. Whiskey is at least a lot better than beer. The last time John can recall maybe the most fair point to draw from so it's met with consideration.
Dean's is met with a scoff. "You're on. But you didn't exactly win against me either." Nevermind that he won against all odds against a Goddess. "What do you say Dad? Cas?"
Cas has never played pool more than he has watched it so his head tilts before he asks what set of rules they're playing by. There seems to be a lot of ways that people play.
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It's a dive bar. Everything here is fried or greasy. Dean makes a comment about pineapple not belonging on pizza. Weirdo, but Sam is here and drinking. The fun will come.
Dean gives him that look: pinched smirk that and almost eye roll that says 'really> that's what we're going with'. John shrugs and take a sip of his whiskey. "Mary told me I couldn't come back to the house until at least ten. I'm game. You can tell the story of this playing for luck while we're at it."
Cas gets that patented Dean Winchester 'what are you smoking' look when he asks about the rules. "You know. Bar rules." He makes short work of explaining the rules to Cas while they move their drinks to a nearby table next to the pool table then starts setting the game up.
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As long as the pineapple does not smell or taste like sore alcohol Sam will manage to survive. He shoots Dean a look as if to say 'you're one to talk' about what goes on pizza. They never could agree, but it is hardly an argument. After he shifts his attention to John with a nod. "Then it's settled. Staying out till a little past ten works for me. Bar rules means Cas should break first." As he's technically never played one game in his life.
While Castiel listens to Dean, his own patented look of 'where is that written' stares back. There is only a sign which states no shoes and no shirt equates to no service and, at some point in the explanation, he brings that up. The expectation is to use the cue to break and he does so semi-successfully with a weak hit.
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The pineapple won't, but rum-soaked fruit is now something Dean is entertaining for the wedding reception. Dean looks back and forth between Sam and John, a look of betrayal on his face. "Seriously? Ten? Are we all grandmas here?" Dean just hopes Cas will be better at pool than everyone else believes.
Dean just shrugs and gives Cas a grin. He surveys the break and looks at Cas. "Okay. We can work with this." He starts to give Cas some instruction while John takes a shot. H sinks one colored ball into the pocket, but misses the second. he hasn't played in a while. It's back to Dean's turn and sinks two striped balls before the turn gos back to Sam.
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Rum-soaked fruit wouldn't be the worst of Dean's ideas. Just no pineapples as Dean should know that Sam thinks pineapples smelling of alcohol is the epitome of trash road food. "I'm not staying out until ten in the morning," Sam warns but rolls his eyes at Dean. His brother always had a comment when he brought his senseable sleeping hours.
Unfortunately, Castiel could be a lot better. He's had some practice during his human "time off" but was hustled for his money more than taught how to meaningfully play the game. Dean gives him the sense that they can work with the break. Cas follows what Dean explains to him and watches how the rest of them play. Dean's last hit puts the cue ball positioned better to striped balls and Sam sinks the only colored ball available before throwing his turn to Cas. No matter what Cas does, the cue ball will have to move in a better position. Cas does as Dean instructs and manages a striped ball into the right pocket.
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