( Your angel — another moment of confusion that lingers, because wait, wouldn't he smell like Cas normally? Like, all the time? Isn't that just- a normal- how is that different-
A beat.
Then it hits, like a truck full of dildos. )
Oh, crap- you can- ( He glances around as though checking for filthy imaginary eavesdroppers, leans in an unnecessary extra few inches to harshly whisper: ) You can smell- ( Hrngh ) -that?
( Sex. He means sex. Specifically, his sex. With men. Or- angel. Cas. Whatever. )
no subject
A beat.
Then it hits, like a truck full of dildos. )
Oh, crap- you can- ( He glances around as though checking for filthy imaginary eavesdroppers, leans in an unnecessary extra few inches to harshly whisper: ) You can smell- ( Hrngh ) -that?
( Sex. He means sex. Specifically, his sex. With men. Or- angel. Cas. Whatever. )
Seriously?