Castiel only watches as Dean searches through the pages as if they'll give him some untold wisdom. As it stands, he's most likely trying to place himself in time, which wouldn't be all that difficult if he asked him.
Castiel doesn't have all that much time to be offended by it, as Dean next asks him for a phone.
Keeping his eyes on him for as long as he can while he walks, Castiel moves back over to the bed where he'd been sitting and waiting. He picks up Dean's phone that he'd been gripping onto until the door had opened.
While he turns back toward Dean, he keeps the phone held tight in his first. "What for?" he asks.
If Dean wants to make a call, he's going to have to explain himself or try to take it by Castiel from force, which isn't going to work well unless he's got some holy oil on hand. Castiel isn't worried, and he finds it hard to believe that Dean, even this Dean who's had all the marrow sucked out of him, would go that far.
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Castiel doesn't have all that much time to be offended by it, as Dean next asks him for a phone.
Keeping his eyes on him for as long as he can while he walks, Castiel moves back over to the bed where he'd been sitting and waiting. He picks up Dean's phone that he'd been gripping onto until the door had opened.
While he turns back toward Dean, he keeps the phone held tight in his first. "What for?" he asks.
If Dean wants to make a call, he's going to have to explain himself or try to take it by Castiel from force, which isn't going to work well unless he's got some holy oil on hand. Castiel isn't worried, and he finds it hard to believe that Dean, even this Dean who's had all the marrow sucked out of him, would go that far.