Something heavy settles in Castiel's chest when he realizes that not only is Gabriel a a silent business partner, but a very vocal and welcome guest in the household. It makes sense, of course, but it doesn't help the feeling of dread settling in his stomach.
His uncle had been the one all about scheming and making plans, plotting how best to use Castiel to his advantage. So Gabriel has bought himself into a pack that Zachariah disapproves of, and helped Sam win over Castiel's sympathies and affections through inside information. Is he wrong about Sam? Has he been fooled, has Sam merely played the part Gabriel must have known Castiel would respond well to? To what end? Perhaps to spite Zachariah, to one up him. Castiel wonders if he's just a pawn for a different game now. Gabriel must know how valuable an omega from the Novak pack is, no matter how disgusted Zachariah said he was.
Disgusted enough to leave when Castiel presented.
Disgusted enough to aid Sam into manipulating Castiel's choice?
Castiel sits with his back straight and eyes demurely lowered to the table in front of him. Brows slightly furrowed in thoughts that can't be read on his face, stoic and impassive now. His hand stays still under Sam's for a moment before he subtly shifts it away, under the guise of having to pick up his eating utensils.
He's no longer quite so sure about his choice, needs to think about the implications of Gabriel's presence, needs to figure out the game that's being played here and how to adapt to its rules in order to survive his year here, now that their union is no longer something based on mutual affection, but potentially a family feud. He learned to adapt to Zachariah's game, learned to survive it so far. He can work with this new twist, too.
Castiel picks at his food and eats very little, nerves flaring, stomach heavy with dread. Showing good manners, he does compliment Ellen's cooking, of course, and means it. It's not luxury food, but Castiel has never been one too define good food by the cost of its ingredients of the complexity of the dish. Ellen's cooking has heart and soul.
It's Castiel who feels too empty to bear the weight of it, and who hopes the conversation at the table will move around him instead of involving him, much like it did for years in the Novak household.
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Date: 2014-11-25 12:02 am (UTC)His uncle had been the one all about scheming and making plans, plotting how best to use Castiel to his advantage. So Gabriel has bought himself into a pack that Zachariah disapproves of, and helped Sam win over Castiel's sympathies and affections through inside information. Is he wrong about Sam? Has he been fooled, has Sam merely played the part Gabriel must have known Castiel would respond well to? To what end? Perhaps to spite Zachariah, to one up him. Castiel wonders if he's just a pawn for a different game now. Gabriel must know how valuable an omega from the Novak pack is, no matter how disgusted Zachariah said he was.
Disgusted enough to leave when Castiel presented.
Disgusted enough to aid Sam into manipulating Castiel's choice?
Castiel sits with his back straight and eyes demurely lowered to the table in front of him. Brows slightly furrowed in thoughts that can't be read on his face, stoic and impassive now. His hand stays still under Sam's for a moment before he subtly shifts it away, under the guise of having to pick up his eating utensils.
He's no longer quite so sure about his choice, needs to think about the implications of Gabriel's presence, needs to figure out the game that's being played here and how to adapt to its rules in order to survive his year here, now that their union is no longer something based on mutual affection, but potentially a family feud. He learned to adapt to Zachariah's game, learned to survive it so far. He can work with this new twist, too.
Castiel picks at his food and eats very little, nerves flaring, stomach heavy with dread. Showing good manners, he does compliment Ellen's cooking, of course, and means it. It's not luxury food, but Castiel has never been one too define good food by the cost of its ingredients of the complexity of the dish. Ellen's cooking has heart and soul.
It's Castiel who feels too empty to bear the weight of it, and who hopes the conversation at the table will move around him instead of involving him, much like it did for years in the Novak household.