#versipellem

[caelumxinfernum]

He hid the rush of satisfaction that Cas's acceptance brought to him, taking the bottle and taking a long draft. "Good. There's an empty cabin next door-- can be yours. Chuck can get you some shit."

Castiel nodded slowly, using the moment to think about how best to lure Dean away from the safety of the camp. Nothing occurred to him at the moment–he’d have to keep playing his part until an opportunity presented itself. “I didn’t bring much more with me than what I’m wearing, so I suppose I’ll need quite a bit.”

[caelumxinfernum]

He held out the bottle, eyebrow raised. "Would I want someone I trust here to keep me sane? I'm thinking that's a Hell yes."

Castiel hummed, taking a sip from the bottle and sighing. “It would be beneficial to stay. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sleep without waking up to look over my shoulder every few minutes...” He seemed to weigh his options before taking a longer pull from the whiskey bottle, passing it back over to Dean.

“What the hell. Sure, I’ll stay.”

[caelumxinfernum]

"Not much. I grab what I can when I can." He shrugged, grabbing a half full bottle of whiskey. "Don't really have glasses either. Usually just me drinking." He wiped off the lip of the bottle somewhat self-consciously. "So. You gonna join the fight?"

Castiel edged closer choosing to lean against the table. “Maybe. There aren’t many other places to go…” He held out his hand for the bottle. “Would you want me here?”

[caelumxinfernum]

He opened the door to his cabin, glancing around the room slightly embarrassed. "I know it's not great, but. It's a place to sleep." he said shortly, kicking aside empty whiskey bottles, taking his gun out of the thigh holster and setting it on a side table. "Want something to drink?"

Empty whiskey bottles, papers, maps, and weapons in random states of cleaning were scattered around the cabin. Castiel nodded slowly, eyes roving over the cabin curiously. “Certainly. Whatever you’ve got on hand.”

[caelumxinfernum]

Well. He filed that away for later use, as well as the way Cas seemed to push down his emotions. "Right. But you might as well be a human, with no powers. Must be a big change."

Castiel rolled his eyes, words spilling out before he could stop and think about them. “I can’t fly anywhere, but I could still lift you over my head throw you several yards between two blinks of your eyes. But pull that stabbing me in the chest greeting you once did, and I’ll bleed out and die within thirty minutes. ‘A big change’ is an understatement.” Oversharing, but true nonetheless. Or at least, it would be, were he actually Fallen.

[caelumxinfernum]

He raised an eyebrow. "Right." Dean studied the other. "So, what, you're fully human now?"

Anger, pain, and distaste flickered over his features before he schooled them into blankness. “No. An angel without grace is still an angel, just--mortal. I’m bound to my vessel now, but I’m not human, nor will I ever be.”