Castiel's eyebrows slowly crawl upwards. It's a change of pace from his usual frown-of-deep-thoughts, and goes to show is surprise at what he sees here. Still he gets up from where he was seated beneath a tree, and looks around.
"I suppose... over here might be nice."
He indicates a nice, and so far rather empty corner of the garden, following Sam as he moves to put the plant pot down. He should be unimpressed in comparison to the expensive gifts others got him, but only finds himself curious.
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Date: 2014-07-24 12:17 am (UTC)"I suppose... over here might be nice."
He indicates a nice, and so far rather empty corner of the garden, following Sam as he moves to put the plant pot down. He should be unimpressed in comparison to the expensive gifts others got him, but only finds himself curious.
"What is that, Sam?"