[ for a long while after dean's recount of events with geralt, castiel's watching him with a frown that's either concern, curiosity, or an attempt to stare directly into the man's brain. some combination of the three, probably. the mild tilt (to the side, slightly down) while holding dean's eyes is a silent conversation. you gucci, homie?
he has suspicions. it's part of why cas sought sam out so quickly, to figure this process out himself first. sitting still is difficult enough for dean most days, and he hadn't anticipated meditation being any easier on him. there's so much beneath the constant buzz of him, things dean shoves into a lead box in the back of his psyche, that silence would let loose.
Wordlessly, he shifts on the couch, shuffling closer Sam while leaving space for dean to settle on the other side, next to him - a protectively close pocket of cushion. he's glad, actually, to have dean do this with him, under sam's veteran-horizoner care. ]
Sam Wilson's well informed, and hospitable.
[ toing off his shoes, cas folds his legs underneath him, assuming the standard Focused Monk Doing Meditative Things position, straight backed with hands laid palm-up in his lap. we're ready, capn. ]
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he has suspicions. it's part of why cas sought sam out so quickly, to figure this process out himself first. sitting still is difficult enough for dean most days, and he hadn't anticipated meditation being any easier on him. there's so much beneath the constant buzz of him, things dean shoves into a lead box in the back of his psyche, that silence would let loose.
Wordlessly, he shifts on the couch, shuffling closer Sam while leaving space for dean to settle on the other side, next to him - a protectively close pocket of cushion. he's glad, actually, to have dean do this with him, under sam's veteran-horizoner care. ]
Sam Wilson's well informed, and hospitable.
[ toing off his shoes, cas folds his legs underneath him, assuming the standard Focused Monk Doing Meditative Things position, straight backed with hands laid palm-up in his lap. we're ready, capn. ]