[ There's only a quiet shake of his head at the question. As if he'd really make the effort to waste it on anyone else anyway; that much he shouldn't have to say. He sits for a while after that, drinking and glancing around the room. There's hardly any light filtering through the windows now, and one of them should get up to light the candles that had been strategically placed around the room to provide enough light so they weren't tripping over themselves or things in the dark. But--
But Castiel doesn't move. He only swallows another mouthful of alcohol. ]
Slowly. [ A pause, and then, he looks at Dean carefully. ] Most people wouldn't bother staying somewhere like this until it was... better suited for living.
[ They're not like most people, he knows. He doesn't have to say that either. ]
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But Castiel doesn't move. He only swallows another mouthful of alcohol. ]
Slowly. [ A pause, and then, he looks at Dean carefully. ] Most people wouldn't bother staying somewhere like this until it was... better suited for living.
[ They're not like most people, he knows. He doesn't have to say that either. ]