[ It's not as if he cares elaborate enough on the point of having drank half his bottle already, so he shrugs once in reply. He also watches him discard his jacket and sit--all purposeful movements that hardly give anything away as to what it is he might be thinking. Castiel's used to it, however, and he tilts his head to the opposite side - away from Dean - to hide the smile that slips across his face with the sound he makes when he drinks.
He takes another sip himself and sags against the wall, into the solid presence of the other man's side. There's a slight hum of acknowledgement though. ]
And yet, I'm wasting it on you. [ He laughs. ] We can make it up to him later.
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Date: 2014-03-09 04:03 am (UTC)He takes another sip himself and sags against the wall, into the solid presence of the other man's side. There's a slight hum of acknowledgement though. ]
And yet, I'm wasting it on you. [ He laughs. ] We can make it up to him later.