( The expression that flickers across his face reads pretty easily — it's not just the wings that he would find wanting in Cas. He can't remember what he used to see in the little guy. Can't for the life of him figure out the appeal. Sure, he's got a pretty face and a mouth built for being on his knees, but aside from that?
He doesn't amount to much more than an amusing thing to hurt at best, or a pain in his ass at worst. Total stick in the mud. No interest in playing a game, unlike the haughty son of a bitch currently in front of him. )
You really wanna know?
( He asks, and then crooks a finger.
Come here, it's a secret. Come on. Lean in real close, so he can whisper it in your ear. )
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He doesn't amount to much more than an amusing thing to hurt at best, or a pain in his ass at worst. Total stick in the mud. No interest in playing a game, unlike the haughty son of a bitch currently in front of him. )
You really wanna know?
( He asks, and then crooks a finger.
Come here, it's a secret. Come on. Lean in real close, so he can whisper it in your ear. )