[ Well that's an uncomfortable look Dean gives him, and after the uncomfortable week they've had before this one, not entirely underserved. Cas looks down, fiddles briefly with the pill bottle in his pocket and then decides, nope, saving those for later.
He does help himself to crossing the small space of the greenhouse, though, brushing Dean's hand along the way as a poor excuse for the reassurance he can't offer with his eyes, and then hopping upon his favorite back bench, next to the flickering flames of his inextinguishable pot bush. ]
After Hell. He said he didn't remember...
[ Of course, we all remember Dean lying about his own Hell memories, but then those were of your everyday Hell, not Lucifer's cage. Cas reaches into his jacket's breast pocket and pulls out a shiny new silver cigarette holder. He pops it open, pulls a joint out with his lips and speaks around it as he pockets the box again. ]
Has he been sleeping, like, at all?
[ Weird question, probably but it's more likely that Dean will answer honestly than Sam. And maybe, hopefully, Cas is wrong about this. ]
no subject
He does help himself to crossing the small space of the greenhouse, though, brushing Dean's hand along the way as a poor excuse for the reassurance he can't offer with his eyes, and then hopping upon his favorite back bench, next to the flickering flames of his inextinguishable pot bush. ]
After Hell. He said he didn't remember...
[ Of course, we all remember Dean lying about his own Hell memories, but then those were of your everyday Hell, not Lucifer's cage. Cas reaches into his jacket's breast pocket and pulls out a shiny new silver cigarette holder. He pops it open, pulls a joint out with his lips and speaks around it as he pockets the box again. ]
Has he been sleeping, like, at all?
[ Weird question, probably but it's more likely that Dean will answer honestly than Sam. And maybe, hopefully, Cas is wrong about this. ]