I do know. I only hoped you'd feel differently this time.
[ Flying is SO MUCH MORE CONVENIENT and if the cat and Dean don't defecate for a number of days, isn't that desirable? Why would anyone want to poop more often? Castiel doesn't understand it.
Petting an animal you're allergic to also seems like a poor decision, but it's an adorable one, and Castiel is glad Dean takes that risk. He couldn't possibly be more affected than he already is, could he? Castiel approaches them both and waits by the door for whatever other preparations Dean might need to make for their drive. ]
[ Cas has a lot to learn about human biology...and cat biology...in general. ]
Nope, no change.
[ He flashes Cas a little wink as he pets the cat, knowing he's gonna lose his damn shit in about ten seconds, but it's so cute, it can't be helped. ]
Oh, we're gonna go now? [ SO IMPATIENT. But he'll text Sam like uh, yo, Cas brought a damn stray home, lol ur funny no, it wasn't me, it's a cat, I'm gonna take it somewhere and also I'm probably dying from allergies so remember me fondly and don't let Cas drive the Impala. ]
[ Castiel has a lot to learn about everything, including why his vessel's heartrate always increases when Dean winks at him like that. He's done it a number of times. Surely it would lose its effect on him at some point. When will he become so used to Dean's presence that he no longer finds him charming, and beautiful, and kind, and an altogether wonderful human being? Castiel has no idea. He had no idea he could feel this way about anyone to start with, or feel things in general, until it happened.
His feelings for the cat are also new and strange, but he knows he needs to find Unsinkable Sam a home, and he's simply glad that Dean seems to understand the why of it without asking, because Castiel wouldn't be able to explain it if he tried. ]
Yes, I'd thought we'd leave now, unless you have other plans. I imagine with your allergy that you're eager to be rid of Sam.
[ After a moment he thinks to amend, just to be clear. ]
[ Dean snorts at Cas' clarification, the small noise turning into a full chuckle. ]
It's not his fault he makes me sneeze. Sam the cat, that is. [ He smirks, moving to stand up, immediately heading to the tiny bathroom to wash his hands, because oh man if he doesn't, he's gonna be in for a pack of trouble. ]
Grab my jacket, would you Cas? [ Calling over his shoulder. HE's splashing some water on his face too, because his eyes are itchy. ]
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it's almost over!!!! then it'll be tuesday, pig-in-a-poke
[ Flying is SO MUCH MORE CONVENIENT and if the cat and Dean don't defecate for a number of days, isn't that desirable? Why would anyone want to poop more often? Castiel doesn't understand it.
Petting an animal you're allergic to also seems like a poor decision, but it's an adorable one, and Castiel is glad Dean takes that risk. He couldn't possibly be more affected than he already is, could he? Castiel approaches them both and waits by the door for whatever other preparations Dean might need to make for their drive. ]
groundhog day x9000
Nope, no change.
[ He flashes Cas a little wink as he pets the cat, knowing he's gonna lose his damn shit in about ten seconds, but it's so cute, it can't be helped. ]
Oh, we're gonna go now? [ SO IMPATIENT. But he'll text Sam like uh, yo, Cas brought a damn stray home, lol ur funny no, it wasn't me, it's a cat, I'm gonna take it somewhere and also I'm probably dying from allergies so remember me fondly and don't let Cas drive the Impala. ]
but at least not on a monday
His feelings for the cat are also new and strange, but he knows he needs to find Unsinkable Sam a home, and he's simply glad that Dean seems to understand the why of it without asking, because Castiel wouldn't be able to explain it if he tried. ]
Yes, I'd thought we'd leave now, unless you have other plans. I imagine with your allergy that you're eager to be rid of Sam.
[ After a moment he thinks to amend, just to be clear. ]
Sam the cat.
LMAO good point
It's not his fault he makes me sneeze. Sam the cat, that is. [ He smirks, moving to stand up, immediately heading to the tiny bathroom to wash his hands, because oh man if he doesn't, he's gonna be in for a pack of trouble. ]
Grab my jacket, would you Cas? [ Calling over his shoulder. HE's splashing some water on his face too, because his eyes are itchy. ]