[ a beat, and now both eye brows shoot up, because really? that's what this is about the? the damn ring? he can suddenly feel it there, heavy and around his finger, the material of it warm where he hasn't removed it since he'd gotten it. dean hadn't thought much of it when cas had given it to him, had simply accepted it and...
that had been it.
but this? asking for it back? unexpected, and dean makes no move to remove it. ]
[ What else is it supposed to be about? And this is what he'd actually expected too, having to give a reason. Castiel doesn't want to, though he knows it'll be far too suspicious if he doesn't say something. There's a pause, and then, he's taking a step to grip the edge of the door. ]
Trust me when I say that I need you to do as I ask. Please.
[ That's it. That's all he's going to give him. Nothing about witches or anything else. ]
[ and that's exactly where cas loses him. dean huffs, looks so incredibly unimpressed, especially with cas closer now, gripping the edge of the door. he still makes no effort to remove the ring, not when this isn't a conversation they should even be having.
[ No, sorry. He's not going to give up that easily. There's resistance on the door where he pushes, silently fighting it as if that will be enough for the other man to surrender and do as he says. It's not as if he asks for much anyway, and for Dean to give him a little trust...
Castiel frowns. ]
Now is the only time, Dean. [ Don't dismiss him. ] I need you to give it to me.
[ it's too late for this, the wrong moment for some petty bullshit about a fucking ring, and with cas' resistance comes dean's anger. he turns, rounds on cas with age-old fury that stems from lucifer's presence, of knowing shit's so, so close to hitting the fan again.
and yet he knows he can't drag cas into the mess, not here, not when he so clearly doesn't know about their good old friend the devil being around. ]
And I need you to get the fuck lost right now, Cas. Another word and I'm breakin' you teeth with the damn thing.
[ He hesitates, only for a moment, a short simple intake of breath, and the door slips from his grasp, body immediately jerking back out of the space that's already between them. It creates a wider barrier, and Castiel doesn't know what to do besides let it happen. There's something more to this, he thinks. Something that Dean isn't going to tell him.
How has that changed though? It hasn't.
He opens his mouth, prepared to argue and then deflates halfway through, shaking his head and turning away without a word. Too stubborn to give in, this won't be the last time Dean sees him. ]
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Date: 2013-11-19 06:34 pm (UTC)that had been it.
but this? asking for it back? unexpected, and dean makes no move to remove it. ]
Why?
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Date: 2013-11-19 06:52 pm (UTC)Trust me when I say that I need you to do as I ask. Please.
[ That's it. That's all he's going to give him. Nothing about witches or anything else. ]
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Date: 2013-11-19 06:59 pm (UTC)turning, dean begins to close the door. ]
Right. I don't have time for this.
[ come back when you're willing to explain. ]
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Date: 2013-11-19 07:05 pm (UTC)Castiel frowns. ]
Now is the only time, Dean. [ Don't dismiss him. ] I need you to give it to me.
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Date: 2013-11-19 07:12 pm (UTC)and yet he knows he can't drag cas into the mess, not here, not when he so clearly doesn't know about their good old friend the devil being around. ]
And I need you to get the fuck lost right now, Cas. Another word and I'm breakin' you teeth with the damn thing.
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Date: 2013-11-19 10:38 pm (UTC)How has that changed though? It hasn't.
He opens his mouth, prepared to argue and then deflates halfway through, shaking his head and turning away without a word. Too stubborn to give in, this won't be the last time Dean sees him. ]