[ yeah well his forehead (pronounced: pride) still hurts, asshole. a vindicated smirk flashes as he reaches for the deerskin next to dean. (Yes, he will miss the dick factory humor once it’s gone, but now is not yet then.)
Needing to be some level more useful than scooping water and dodging crabs, Cas figures this is the opportunity to do a little more for the jelly boi rescue effort.
And maybe fuck around with Dean a bit. That’s apparently what “assisting the locals” has translated to today.
Castiel’s positioned a few feet down the deer skin from Dean, closer to the shore. When it comes time to pull, while most are bracing their legs and firming up their grip on the tarp, Cas gives his patch an abrupt, angel-powdered jerk, consequently yanking his closest up-shore neighbor off balance to be dragged a couple feet across the sand.
When Dean looks back up to him, the angel’s grinning, goofy and self-satisfied, making no attempt to hide his fuckery but clearly having fun with it. Hello, best friend, how are you feeling about your social choices this day? ]
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Needing to be some level more useful than scooping water and dodging crabs, Cas figures this is the opportunity to do a little more for the jelly boi rescue effort.
And maybe fuck around with Dean a bit. That’s apparently what “assisting the locals” has translated to today.
Castiel’s positioned a few feet down the deer skin from Dean, closer to the shore. When it comes time to pull, while most are bracing their legs and firming up their grip on the tarp, Cas gives his patch an abrupt, angel-powdered jerk, consequently yanking his closest up-shore neighbor off balance to be dragged a couple feet across the sand.
When Dean looks back up to him, the angel’s grinning, goofy and self-satisfied, making no attempt to hide his fuckery but clearly having fun with it. Hello, best friend, how are you feeling about your social choices this day? ]