Otis, Castiel is sure, will later go on to have a wonderful night. He's a decent man, even though the bed in the truck certainly suggests otherwise. But he's just lonely and on the road a lot, and there will come a day when he will find someone else with blue eyes who reminds him of a love long lost, someone who will go to the back of his truck with him, and then hold him as he weeps. They will go on to be wonderful friends.
Castiel's story, however, takes him far away from such things. Instead he lets Sam walk him to the car, anticipation tingling up and down his spine. Not fear, never fear, not with Sam. But there will be hell to pay, certainly. So he knows better than to argue now. He just slides into his seat, waits for Sam to get behind the wheel.
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Date: 2013-12-16 10:20 pm (UTC)Castiel's story, however, takes him far away from such things. Instead he lets Sam walk him to the car, anticipation tingling up and down his spine. Not fear, never fear, not with Sam. But there will be hell to pay, certainly. So he knows better than to argue now. He just slides into his seat, waits for Sam to get behind the wheel.
"I was merely making a friend," he points out.