[ whether it's the alcohol, his newfound humanity, or dean's company, cas couldn't say, but he's found it easier to smile in new amsterdam. maybe it's just the absence of chuck, or presence of so many new friends, or the oddly semi-average life they've constructed here. it's the uptick in dean's mood, the pleasure and appreciation, that brings his attention to the fact he's being watched before anything else, and cas lulls his head to the side, nigh lazily, to meet his eyes, whisper of that smile still lingering.
amused curiosity shifts a slight furrow onto his brow, not troubled, just wondering at the source of that string of emotion. maybe getting lost a little watching the glass touch dean's lips, and the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.
pay attention, cas, you were asked a question, get your shit together. birthday? hrm, birthday. cas wears a thoughtful frown, battling laggy brain functions to remember the exact date. ]
I don't-... [ squinting at the ceiling. those tiles won't help you, cas. ] It was a random selection, calendars didn't exist when I was created.
[ castiel's doing the implant eye-movement equivalent of pulling out his government ID to check when the fuck he was born now. moment, please. ]
no subject
amused curiosity shifts a slight furrow onto his brow, not troubled, just wondering at the source of that string of emotion. maybe getting lost a little watching the glass touch dean's lips, and the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.
pay attention, cas, you were asked a question, get your shit together. birthday? hrm, birthday. cas wears a thoughtful frown, battling laggy brain functions to remember the exact date. ]
I don't-... [ squinting at the ceiling. those tiles won't help you, cas. ] It was a random selection, calendars didn't exist when I was created.
[ castiel's doing the implant eye-movement equivalent of pulling out his government ID to check when the fuck he was born now. moment, please. ]
September 17th. Why?