[ He does know. He wishes he did not know. He refuses to give Dean the satisfaction of knowing. With a judgmental squint, he shakes his head, feigning ignorance. ]
There's no wifi in the Garden of Eden. Or capitalism.
[ pretty sure capitalism makes it the antithesis of paradise. dick factories behind us, Cas is over this bucket detail, tossing his haphazardly into the nearby sand when a shout comes from the others hauling at the beached sea jelly. Time to drag this lazy marine life back from whence it came, all hands on deck. ]
If you're done lecturing on penile mass production, we're needed elsewhere.
[ grouchy and uncomfortably wet, Cas slogs his way out of the surf and past dean with a moody frown, dragging his feet. ]
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There's no wifi in the Garden of Eden. Or capitalism.
[ pretty sure capitalism makes it the antithesis of paradise. dick factories behind us, Cas is over this bucket detail, tossing his haphazardly into the nearby sand when a shout comes from the others hauling at the beached sea jelly. Time to drag this lazy marine life back from whence it came, all hands on deck. ]
If you're done lecturing on penile mass production, we're needed elsewhere.
[ grouchy and uncomfortably wet, Cas slogs his way out of the surf and past dean with a moody frown, dragging his feet. ]