[ that causes castiel to turn his head. he watches jack, squinting as he looks him up and down again, leaned in an uneven slant to one side as he takes him in before he finally turns his head and walks away, evening out through his heavy gait. perhaps he finds the resemblance uncanny. perhaps he finds it wanting. which would be worse?
but, yes, it is a "fancy" place, and he's sure that jack is right, that there'll be more alcohol here. and not only that, no thomas to cut him off or serve him cocktails mixed with pickle juice. (though he feels slightly uncharitable thinking this. thomas was nice. he means well, castiel is sure.) ]
But I want to.
[ he stops when he sees it, up against the wall in the master bedroom— a full cabinet. full of bottles, decanters, glasses. when he begins moving again, there's a little more pep in his step. his face is still covered in blood while he's placing the glasses onto the bar top.
when jack joins him, he announces with some amount of satisfaction: ]
no subject
but, yes, it is a "fancy" place, and he's sure that jack is right, that there'll be more alcohol here. and not only that, no thomas to cut him off or serve him cocktails mixed with pickle juice. (though he feels slightly uncharitable thinking this. thomas was nice. he means well, castiel is sure.) ]
But I want to.
[ he stops when he sees it, up against the wall in the master bedroom— a full cabinet. full of bottles, decanters, glasses. when he begins moving again, there's a little more pep in his step. his face is still covered in blood while he's placing the glasses onto the bar top.
when jack joins him, he announces with some amount of satisfaction: ]
I found it.