[ It's a rude sort of offer, Castiel silently acknowledges as he makes it, more a statement of intent than proper invitation, because this is his first time meeting this friend of Dean's. He doesn't even know the boy's name, never mind his preferred method of escapism from an overly cruel world. Maybe he doesn't drink. Maybe he's an alcoholic. Maybe Dean hasn't taught him what the word "shitfaced" means yet, and he has no idea what he's agreeing to.
But if there's one thing Cas has learned from his time, however paradoxical it was, spent as a human, it's that no person really wants to be alone. (Neither do the majority of furry, burrowing animals, which Bolin is already beginning to remind him of.) And neither does Castiel. So, when Bolin accepts, Castiel gives him a watery but grateful smile and nods. ]
Thank you.
[ He reaches out towards Bolin with three fingers, as if in benediction, wings unfurling in the dimension beside them, only to pause and, belatedly, to look over at the red panda on the bed. ]
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But if there's one thing Cas has learned from his time, however paradoxical it was, spent as a human, it's that no person really wants to be alone. (Neither do the majority of furry, burrowing animals, which Bolin is already beginning to remind him of.) And neither does Castiel. So, when Bolin accepts, Castiel gives him a watery but grateful smile and nods. ]
Thank you.
[ He reaches out towards Bolin with three fingers, as if in benediction, wings unfurling in the dimension beside them, only to pause and, belatedly, to look over at the red panda on the bed. ]
Would you like to bring your friend?