( That works. To whatever gets the shot down the gullet.
It could be the line no longer lining Dean's neck, or the sense of ease he feels knowing Castiel is in the city and in one piece. He's also in his element. Not working as it is, but, being around alcohol. And having something to accomplish. Yeah, it all suits him, doesn't it?
Crimson really hits his SciFi yen, though, as Dean admires the places he manages. )
It's got a space quality to it, right? Like we're hurtling toward the new frontier.
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It could be the line no longer lining Dean's neck, or the sense of ease he feels knowing Castiel is in the city and in one piece. He's also in his element. Not working as it is, but, being around alcohol. And having something to accomplish. Yeah, it all suits him, doesn't it?
Crimson really hits his SciFi yen, though, as Dean admires the places he manages. )
It's got a space quality to it, right? Like we're hurtling toward the new frontier.