[ He lets his head fall back with a sigh, because he's tired of hearing the same shit come out of Cas' mouth, You were chosen by God, I'm a Messenger of God, blah blah I'm a douchebag in a trenchcoat. It was the same crap over and over, the same rhetoric repeated without even the benefit of iambic pentameter, and Dean is sick to death of it.
My name is Castiel.
Dean's eyes close and he lifts a hand to run his fingers through dirty hair, stomach snarling, though it goes ignored. ]
dean: i cant look at you!!! also dean: hey look at me
[ He lets his head fall back with a sigh, because he's tired of hearing the same shit come out of Cas' mouth, You were chosen by God, I'm a Messenger of God, blah blah I'm a douchebag in a trenchcoat. It was the same crap over and over, the same rhetoric repeated without even the benefit of iambic pentameter, and Dean is sick to death of it.
My name is Castiel.
Dean's eyes close and he lifts a hand to run his fingers through dirty hair, stomach snarling, though it goes ignored. ]
Cas, please go away.