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[foolintherain]

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"The phone has an incredible camera function on it as well as a very powerful flashlight. It also has a night vision setting, though the night vision setting drains the battery very fast. The regular battery life of these phones is 24 hours, but using the night vision will shorten the life span to only 8 hours."

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[venatoris]

Don’t be a dick. You know what I mean. Obviously let it pee, but don’t let it run away.

because I’m stupid

[foolintherain]

if youre that worried, you should put a collar on it

[ Like everything you own, but that's another story. ]

let me guess... the younger sam wanted a dog, and you happened to have a convenient way of losing blood+chanting to get one

[ You're so soft, Dean. Don't let anyone you've brutally murdered tell you otherwise. ]

do we have enough rations for it or should i be planning a scavenging trip for us?

[venatoris]

I will eventually

[ don't tempt him, Cas. ]

He didn't say he wanted one, but I knew. [ Because yes, Dean is a softie under all the hardness and anguish. ]

There's food, I think. Plenty of water, too.

[foolintherain]

[ Spare the rod, spoil the child. Sam is definitely getting spoiled, but then if there's anyone who deserves it, it's the Winchesters. They gave everything to save humanity and they still got fucked for it. The least they deserve is a decent afterlife. Or fog-infested, post-life dreamworld. ]

you think?

[ Who is this Dean Winchester who didn't immediately catalogue every food item in the house upon the addition of a new member? ]

where are you?

[ If Dean summoned himself to exhaustion on top of a mountain somewhere alone instead of bringing someone with him, and Cas has to go drag his ass home... ]

[venatoris]

[ He's not thinking clearly at the moment. His brain is foggy, and logically he knows there's food, he definitely would've accounted for it, but fffffuck. ]

bedroll

[ how he made it home is a damn miracle. ]

[foolintherain]

[ Well, that's a relief. Also convenient. If Dean's going to be exhausted somewhere, at least he managed to get somewhere comfortable, and private, and comfortably private. ]

my favorite place to have you.
now when's the last time you ate something more substantial than a granola bar or a stick of jerky?

[venatoris]

cas, i dont know. im tired

[foolintherain]

right, youre tired
because if youd eaten anything, you might have some energy

[ So much for his herbs. But tomorrow is another day. Cas dusts his hands off, coughs into his arm, and heads back into the house. ]

i'll watch the dog and the kids.
try to sleep, dean

[ Cas says, knowing Dean won't be able to, already moving towards the kitchen when he isn't immediately greeted at the door by any wagging tails or smiling faces. ]

[venatoris]

i'm sorry, i was busy summoning shit for other people

bring me something if you're that worried

[foolintherain]

[ Shit other people didn't ask for because he's insecure about how much those people love him, yes, Cas is aware. But Dean is also under the weather, admittedly due to his own stupidity, but due to his stupid kindness, which is Cas's favorite kind of stupid, so he eases up on the judgmental sass, just this once. ]

i will. thank you for your permission
give me fifteen

[ Cas isn't a skilled cook, but he can make the basics, and just about all of those basics take fifteen minutes, in his experience. ]

[venatoris]

[ yeah, well. acts of service, that's his name. ]

thank u

[ that said, he's tossing his fluid aside and letting his head fall back with a groan. Fuck he's tired. ]

text -> action

[foolintherain]

[ Though Cas has made a habit of introducing his presence loudly around Dean and other soldiers over the years, he's stealthily quiet now as he opens the basement door and closes it softly again behind him, then takes the stairs with practiced smooth footsteps, usually intended for sneaking through hot zones, but now used not to disrupt Dean if he's already managed to fall asleep, however unlikely.

Cas sets the bowl and glass he's carrying on the steps and sits beside them, a comfortable enough distance not to startle Dean if he wakes suddenly. ]

Dean... Chow time.

[venatoris]

[ He sets the fluid down when he's finished, closing his eyes, and allowing himself to doze. He knows Cas is coming, and that's fine; it's more than fine, but he's aware he's less than fun company right now, so he isn't actually expecting Cas to stay. This whole... thing of theirs feel like its on tenterhooks, and he isn't sure when Cas is going to get bored of Dean and wander off into the night, so he lays and hopes and dozes and dreams.

When that familiar voice pieces the veil, drags him back to consciousness, he curses his inability to keep watch on the one goddamn doorway but he's also simultaneously pleased that it's those dulcet tones he awakens to after a brief little nap, eyelids fluttering. ]

Mm. [ He's up, he's up. ]

What...what time is it?

[foolintherain]

[ With as little sleep as Dean tends to get, it feels like a shame to wake him. But food will be good for him, and selfishly, an awake Dean is better company than a sleeping one.

Sleepy Dean is also aces, like, what a fucking adorable little grump. Cas grins, and with no real rush to his actions, picks the bowl of soup and glass of water back up, stands, and deliveries them to Dean. ]

Dinner time. ...Maybe seven, if I had to guess.

[ These days, it's not all that easy to tell except by how bright or dark the fog is, and this asshole doesn't care to wear a watch. Anyway, the guests have all been getting food and heading to their corners of the house, Bones included, so it's late enough that no one's out wandering, beyond Sam's nightly patrol. So maybe Cas let Dean sleep a little longer than fifteen minutes. He needed it.

And now the lucky bastard gets dinner hand delivered in bed. Cas sits beside him, cross-legged, fingers loosely linked between his legs because he doesn't trust Dean to eat if he isn't watching. Also because, you know, an excuse to watch. Don't judge him. ]

It tastes like shit cold, so eat up while it's hot.

[venatoris]

[ His hair is a mess and he's warm and groggy, dragging himself to awareness with practiced precision. He's usually on such high alert, this is a foreign feeling to him, being so sluggish. ]

Jesus. How long was I out...

[ It's mostly grumbled to himself, taking the dinner he's offered, blinking blearily down at it as Cas makes himself comfortable. ]

You don't have to hang around if you don't want to. [ Dean would like it if he did, though. ]

[foolintherain]

Not long enough for how badly you wore yourself out.

[ A rare, vulnerable, just-woke-up Dean Winchester is certainly a pleasure to see. As if Dean could get rid of Cas that easily. ]

If you think I'll leave and let you get away with pushing my stew off on Sam or some other poor sap, think again. Choke it down, soldier.

[ Since the duties for the day are sufficiently taken care of and the mission for wormwood is put on hold for a second time, Cas sure does settle in, digging in his canvas jacket's pocket for a half-smoked blunt and his lighter. ]

[venatoris]

Yeah I, uh. I think I overdid it a little.

[ Dean figured he wasn't gonna be able to shoo Cas away as easily as he'd like.

In reality, though, Dean doesn't mind Cas sticking around, and he keeps his eyes fixed on him as he moves to lean up against the wall, dinner in hand. ]

You're bossy, you know that?

[foolintherain]

[ Cas just shrugs at the accusation, twisting the end of the joint between his fingers before bringing it to his lips, lighting up, and inhaling deeply. His head tilts back, but he watches Dean, not so much to make sure he's eating anymore as just because Dean is there, in front of him, to watch. It's more calming than the weed, which burns in Cas's lungs. Smoke seeps out of his lips in wisps as he asks, still curious. ]

So Sam always wanted a dog growing up. That's it?

[ It must have some kind of real significance for Dean to go through all the extra trouble of another trip to the summoning stones for it. ]

[venatoris]

He likes them, yeah. [ Far more than Dean does, that's for sure. He has his reasons for it, but, you know. ]

It wasn't ever logical. We moved around too much, there's no way we could've had a dog. [ It's debatable that John Winchester ever should've even had kids, cause God knows he didn't really do right by them. He might have 'tried' and 'done the best he could', but frankly it wasn't good enough and now look at them. They're fucking wrecks. ]

I thought he'd like it. [ And it's cute, for a dog, he guesses. Fluffy. ]

[foolintherain]

[ The interesting thing about being an interdimensional being capable of time travel is that Castiel knows firsthand what most of Dean, and Sam, and John and Mary's lives were like, from about 1970 through 2001. What's even more interesting is how little he knows about any of them. Angels are dicks, and why Cas could tell you where Mary was buried or the circumstances of John and Bobby's introduction, he has no idea what Mary's favorite food was, or John's hobbies outside of hunting and fatherhood, or why on earth Sam wanted a dog. Everything human he's learned about the Winchesters hasn't been through time travel, but through stories from Dean.

Dean who tries so hard to be Sam's father and mother in John and Mary's place, even in a post-death dream world. Cas exhales smoke towards the ceiling slowly as he thinks about it. ]

He does like it.

[ It's obvious that Sam, both of them, like their new fluffy companion, but if it had been a goldfish or a stuffed animal, he's sure they would have liked it just as much. Cas has seen Sam receive enough gift from Dean to know that they are rare and precious, and generally more practical than sentimental, but always from the heart, and that Sam will always treasure them. Yes, even apple-flavored condoms.

The hit spreading slowly outward, dispersing like smoke in his blood, Cas looks at Dean again with casual curiosity. ]

What did you want, growing up? Besides the obvious.

[ There's still so much he doesn't know about Dean, so much Dean used to talk about, garrulous and carelessly intimate without prompting, until he wasn't anymore. ]

[venatoris]

[ He watches the smoke curl up, slipping between Cas' lips like ghosts in the shadows, curling its way upwards until it dissipates.

This is an uncomfortable conversation; he's had it with himself before, in a dream and he looks away from Cas, down into his bowl to take a bite he barely tastes. Every piece of his identity had tied into his father - his car, his music, his favorite jacket. Hell, he still hears his old man's voice in his head;

Watch out for Sammy. Look after your little brother, boy.

He had nothing outside of Sam. What did he want, growing up? It's impossible to answer, because his life revolved around his fathers sick obsession that ruined his fucking life. ]

I dunno, Cas. Maybe some Hot Wheels. I was a kid. I was four when Mom died. I don't remember much before that, and after, I took care of Sammy.

belated cw: drugs.... aka the usual cw: EV!cas

[foolintherain]

[ That's certainly the identity John drilled into Dean, and arguably, the identity Dean drilled into himself because of it, but "Sam's keeper" is far from the only thing Dean Winchester is. If only Dean would realize how much larger he is. It's easy for children to see their parents as these ideal, inhuman figures greater than the sum of their flaws, but parents, even the almighty kind, are frustratingly human. Cas turns the bud around in his fingers and leans in closer as he offers it to Dean. There's no better herb to season boiled vegetables with, or canned beans, or whatever else you don't want to eat. ]

You didn't ever want a dog? What was your ideal pet? A cat? A lizard? It was a guinea pig, wasn't it?

[venatoris]

Yeah, Cas. You got me. It was a guinea pig.

[ Dean leans in, takes what's offered, rolling it between his fingers before breathing a deep hit. It's been a while since they've done this. ]

Seriously though, I really never gave it a lot of thought. A cat would've been okay, I guess. I'm allergic but there's pills and stuff you can take.

[foolintherain]

"Pills and stuff" sounds like a lot of work for animal companionship. But then, it pays off in pussy jokes, I suppose.

[ A while, yeah. It wasn't often that Dean allowed himself to loosen up enough to even hold a decent, non-strategic conversation. He kept himself busy; Cas can't really blame him for that. But the punishment Dean, of all people, put himself under was undeserved. He deserved to smoke more, and have a pet cat, and whatever else Dean wanted but didn't pay enough attention to, busy with the weight of too much responsibility. ]

I always found crabs charming, but the jokes don't have the same... finesse.

[venatoris]

[ Snort. ]

Crab jokes definitely aren't as funny. [ Pussy jokes aren't charming or anything either, but. You know. ]

Cats are cool. They do their own thing, they aren't up your ass every second of the day wanting attention. They gift it to you when they want. Dogs are just...

[ Too much.

They remind him of hellhounds, too, and Dean is understandably wary. ]