The words come almost too fast. Castiel has grown a bit used to making excuses. For bruises, for being late, for being early, for not looking well, for failing to meet expectations, for not holding still.
He'll drink tonight, drink from Jason's bottle until his body is pliant and buzzing and available.
"Thank you for the invitation, but Jason and I have guests tonight."
He's determined to do well, to earn his praise. If he's good, he might even get breakfast in bed and a bath. But he'll have to be good for that. Which means he needs to get going.
"I'm sorry, Sam. Tell Dean and Kevin hello from me?"
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The words come almost too fast. Castiel has grown a bit used to making excuses. For bruises, for being late, for being early, for not looking well, for failing to meet expectations, for not holding still.
He'll drink tonight, drink from Jason's bottle until his body is pliant and buzzing and available.
"Thank you for the invitation, but Jason and I have guests tonight."
He's determined to do well, to earn his praise. If he's good, he might even get breakfast in bed and a bath. But he'll have to be good for that. Which means he needs to get going.
"I'm sorry, Sam. Tell Dean and Kevin hello from me?"