[ yes, well, depending on where cas decides to hang his proverbial hat, he might be seeing a lot of this overly friendly landlord. and he might just get used to the warm, matronly welcome. still, it's fairly early, and they don't need to be talking about longterm housing. not when sam brought cas here for a reason, and that reason was pretty straightforward.
sam notices the curiousness in the other man, and watches as he investigates the apartment. he'll find some books, some little trinkets sam's collected (there seem to be a lot of birds, but cas has probably noticed red wing - a red with silver tipped falcon who lives in the corner of the living room), some desperate attempts to bring something modern into a very not-modern setting. the room is lived in, though - well loved and well used. it's not a cluttered space, but sam has been here for over six months now, it's his home, even if he could up at leave it if need be.
he's not a spy, he's not natasha - when sam settles somewhere for more than a couple of days, he settles, and cas can probably tell as much. items he's collected, things he's bought, maybe even gifts he's been given. there are probably sketches of something that looks oddly like a bird-shaped drone but hey, he misses redwing. so sue him. ]
Huh. [ sam is...a little lost. but hey, he can roll with it. especially when he is not actually sure if this is supposed to be some sort of elongated sarcastic bit or...well. anything else. when cas finds a moment to look back over to sam, he smiles back. friendly. ]
Well, if that's the case- this will be really easy. [ a beat, and then sam offers a jug in one hand, a loaf of bread in the other. ] So...you hungry? Or do you want to get right to it?
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sam notices the curiousness in the other man, and watches as he investigates the apartment. he'll find some books, some little trinkets sam's collected (there seem to be a lot of birds, but cas has probably noticed red wing - a red with silver tipped falcon who lives in the corner of the living room), some desperate attempts to bring something modern into a very not-modern setting. the room is lived in, though - well loved and well used. it's not a cluttered space, but sam has been here for over six months now, it's his home, even if he could up at leave it if need be.
he's not a spy, he's not natasha - when sam settles somewhere for more than a couple of days, he settles, and cas can probably tell as much. items he's collected, things he's bought, maybe even gifts he's been given. there are probably sketches of something that looks oddly like a bird-shaped drone but hey, he misses redwing. so sue him. ]
Huh. [ sam is...a little lost. but hey, he can roll with it. especially when he is not actually sure if this is supposed to be some sort of elongated sarcastic bit or...well. anything else. when cas finds a moment to look back over to sam, he smiles back. friendly. ]
Well, if that's the case- this will be really easy. [ a beat, and then sam offers a jug in one hand, a loaf of bread in the other. ] So...you hungry? Or do you want to get right to it?