trenchcoatedly | 008 + LIGHTEN MINE EYES [VIDEO]

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[This angel looks very confused. Also, he has the bedhead of someone whose slept on his side for a week.]

I.....slept?

[ooc: replies may or may not be slow.]

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From:

surfaceshine

It lives! [Everyone else has covered the explanations and reassurances, so Dean is just gonna make fun, k? K. At this point Dean is also still kind of panicking about Buffy's barge coma and a few other events, but in a manly, Deanish fashion. Which means he's smirking hard enough to be audible in his voice even as he's reaching out to one of the few remaining people he's talked to - as uncomfortable and strange as their interactions have been so far.]

Dude, I thought beauty sleep was supposed to help?

From:

trenchcoatedly

[He knows that manly Deanishness well enough, and the sound of that voice is almost too relieving. He doesn't understand what Dean is talking about, but that doesn't stop his eyes from crinkling at the corners, almost a smile.]

Hello, Dean.

From:

surfaceshine

Hello, Castiel. [Dean is in hard-denial mode right now, so that was a pretty obvious but innocently meant mocking of Castiel's stiff pronunciation before he returns to his own much less formal patterns of speech.] Welcome back.

From:

trenchcoatedly

Thank you.

I hope you haven't been in too much danger in my absence.

Edited Date: 2012-03-29 03:14 am (UTC)

From:

surfaceshine

Who me? Nah. Picture of caution, me.

You missed a pretty awesome breach.

From:

trenchcoatedly

You don't strike me as the cautious type.

Will you tell me about it?

From:

surfaceshine

Dude. That hurts. I'm the freaking soul of caution. I could give lessons on caution. I wrote the damn book on cautioun.

[Okay, so, the word caution has lost its meaning and is now just a sound; some might say this has always been the case with Dean. He makes a wordless, amused noise somewhere in the back of his throat.]

Sure. What'd you wanna know?

From:

trenchcoatedly

Anything you'd like to tell me. What happened to you?

From:

surfaceshine

Pirates, Cas. Pirates.

I drank a lot and gambled a lot and screwed a lot of women, and then we got on this massive ship and blew some holes in another ship 'cause they dicked with us. It was pretty much awesome.

From:

trenchcoatedly

[It's not quite a smile, the corners of the angel's eyes crinkle. Seeing Dean not in agony makes his heart ache.]

Sounds like you had a good time. I'm glad.