[ Sorry, Bolin. Castiel isn't a cute spirit. At least not in this form. The paws and wings and many, many eyes are reserved for special, ethereal occasions.
Castiel at least has the decency to look apologetic instead of annoyed when Bolin falls on his ass, but he doesn't dive in to help him up, or anything. And he just said he doesn't eat, really, why would he need tea... "I could use a drink," he thinks in a kind of automatic, detached way, "Or a smoke," neither of which Bolin can or should provide. As Castiel looks at his kneeling form and thinks about Dean's ashes, his wilted flower, his smile— He decides. ]
Tea would be nice.
[ They should sit, eye to eye, for this conversation. ...And maybe a warm drink and a bit of human company might help in some small way. ]
why? i didn't even get a photoshopped screencap
Castiel at least has the decency to look apologetic instead of annoyed when Bolin falls on his ass, but he doesn't dive in to help him up, or anything. And he just said he doesn't eat, really, why would he need tea... "I could use a drink," he thinks in a kind of automatic, detached way, "Or a smoke," neither of which Bolin can or should provide. As Castiel looks at his kneeling form and thinks about Dean's ashes, his wilted flower, his smile— He decides. ]
Tea would be nice.
[ They should sit, eye to eye, for this conversation. ...And maybe a warm drink and a bit of human company might help in some small way. ]