They may not be connected by the mating bite yet, but Sam can feel the tension in his mate-to-be. There's nothing much he can do about it right now, unfortunately. Bringing Gabriel over might have been a bad idea, at least this early, but he had hoped that it would make things easier for Castiel.
Sam reached over when he could, taking Castiel's hand to try to soothe him. Not that it seemed to be working.
He would have looked over Castiel's head to try to get a read off of Gabriel, but the other man was too short for that to work. Obviously, he should have seated his friend across the table instead.
Conversation went on with a couple of attempts to draw Castiel into it, but leaving him alone when it became clear that he wasn't in the right mood to join in. Dessert was brought out and, once that was over, people started drifting their own ways for the night. All of them with an admonishment from Ellen to have their best clothes ready for the next day.
Sam runs his hand back through his hair. "I guess this is going to be good night, then." It isn't even traditional for the Omega to eat supper with the clan they're joining the night before, but Sam had hoped...
Well. None of that really matters right now, does it? "Are you going to be okay tonight?"
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Date: 2014-11-25 12:25 am (UTC)Sam reached over when he could, taking Castiel's hand to try to soothe him. Not that it seemed to be working.
He would have looked over Castiel's head to try to get a read off of Gabriel, but the other man was too short for that to work. Obviously, he should have seated his friend across the table instead.
Conversation went on with a couple of attempts to draw Castiel into it, but leaving him alone when it became clear that he wasn't in the right mood to join in. Dessert was brought out and, once that was over, people started drifting their own ways for the night. All of them with an admonishment from Ellen to have their best clothes ready for the next day.
Sam runs his hand back through his hair. "I guess this is going to be good night, then." It isn't even traditional for the Omega to eat supper with the clan they're joining the night before, but Sam had hoped...
Well. None of that really matters right now, does it? "Are you going to be okay tonight?"