#piesmake

[chyremn]

@piesmake said: yeah, that was really sketchy.

the angel might have materialized right next to his pie crust, but that doesn't negate the effort he makes to adapt to human behavior. practices that are often confusing ; invisible rules no one seems inclined to explain to him. yet, castiel makes a genuine attempt to follow them.

lips part in defense. ' i knocked. ' after ─ while already standing inside of his kitchen. but why announce his presence when castiel's presence is already self-evident ? ned gives him a look, and the celestial holds that gaze with absolute gravity. ' i was attempting to follow local customs. '

[picksmusic]

@piesmake / starter call.

" you know, this whole ... " he waves with the prongs of his fork. " dying ... resurrecting ... thing. ain't exactly been a walk in the park. " it's easier to steep himself in the butter-warm aroma of dough crisping around sugar browning, fruit sweetening in the air than it is to consider how many minutes, the volume of seconds ticking past since he'd opened his eyes, gasping air into the collapsed sacks of his lungs. the shuddering thump of his own heart re-starting an uncertain beat is an echo behind his sternum that he stifles with an uncomfortable knock of his knuckles. being a dead man walking, grave dirt freshly shorn from under the crusts of his nails, is disorienting. blinking into an undeserving light feels like staring directly into the blazing whorls on the surface of the sun.

utensil scraping, needle screeched across ceramic, dean scoops up what's left of the crust sopped with a thick smear of apple & pushes it between his lips. " so if we're gonna talk shop, i think some more of this pie is in order. "

[stagborne]

“I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want empathy so badly.”

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It probably depended on who was in the driver’s seat. Will has enough decorum in the moment to filter through his thoughts and offer the kinder ones. It’s not his fault for not knowing what would irritate him. “Is the essence of what it means to exist not based on some need for understanding. I’d wager there was a stronger desire to be known than it is to know.” People were terribly one-sided, he found. Himself, included.