Feb 19, 2013
"I believe you are drunk," Castiel murmurs, holding up the small hunter. Who did Dean say he was? Garth. Was he talking still? "...C-cas. Y'know your.. your eyes are like, blue. Blue blue." The hunter grabbed at Castiel's trench coat, grinning widely. Castiel let out a low, singular chuckle and easily flew the two of them to the bedroom so that Garth could lie down. "I believe it is best to get you to bed." Garth smiles at that, sprawling out a bit more. "Now you're talkin'."