Smoking
“Can I have one of those?” Castiel looked at Trile as she lit another cigarette.
Her eyes widen. “You want a smoke? Have you ever tried before?”
“Well, no. But I see you doing all the time. It’s not as if it could hurt me.”
Trile shrugged and nodded her head. “Don’t tell Dean I let you. The last thing he wants is two habitual smokers in the bunker.” She pulled out the filtered stick and handed it to Cas.
Grabbing it and the lighter off the table, he put the end on his lips. Mimicking all the times he watched Trile. Flicking the lighter he lit the other side and softly inhaled. He made a bit of a face, tasting the menthol smoke.
“This is….strange.” He pulled it away from his mouth and looked at it.
“Yeah, it’s not like it tastes fantastic, but it can give you a nice buzz.” She inhaled her own and tapped the ash into a tray.
Putting it back against his lips he gave a larger pull. Trile watched his reaction. With one pull a quarter of the cigarette was gone, then half. With just one inhale he had smoked the whole thing, turning it to just a stick of ash.
Trile’s eyes were bulging. “C..Cas. That’s not. You probably shouldn’t...” She cut off her sentence as Cas put the butt in the tray.
“I think I’m feeling something of this “buzz”.” He gave a little smirk.
“Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t. I won’t have any left if you keep this up.”