[ Living alone after getting used to a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors has been a learning curve he thinks he's got a decent enough handle on. Community spirit hasn't ever exactly been important to him. Even when he was younger, all he'd needed was his family, and the hunting life is a lonely one sometimes. Dependency on other people had died the moment him and Sam went their separate ways and whatever friendship had existed between him and Cas had rotted away just like the rest of the world. Buried under a pile of crap Lucifer dumped on all of them.
So when the door of the room he's using as a bedroom opens, he looks up and the expression on his face isn't a kind one. He wouldn't go so far to say he's been good living on his own, but he definitely didn't have anybody invite themselves in without knocking first.
Tired beyond what anybody can reasonably cope with, the hand he's got on the pistol set on the beat up looking nightstand - decorated with a candle so he can see in this permanent darkness - only relaxes once he realizes it's just Cas. And that's still going to take time to get used to. ]
Oh you just right on come on in, Cas. Make yourself at home.
[ His tone is steeped in sarcasm and an edge that might have been there even if he wasn't this tired. Sleep just won't come, and he's feeling it now, heavy in every corner of his body and mind. ]
You went out?
[ How else would Cas know about what else is out there? ]
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So when the door of the room he's using as a bedroom opens, he looks up and the expression on his face isn't a kind one. He wouldn't go so far to say he's been good living on his own, but he definitely didn't have anybody invite themselves in without knocking first.
Tired beyond what anybody can reasonably cope with, the hand he's got on the pistol set on the beat up looking nightstand - decorated with a candle so he can see in this permanent darkness - only relaxes once he realizes it's just Cas. And that's still going to take time to get used to. ]
Oh you just right on come on in, Cas. Make yourself at home.
[ His tone is steeped in sarcasm and an edge that might have been there even if he wasn't this tired. Sleep just won't come, and he's feeling it now, heavy in every corner of his body and mind. ]
You went out?
[ How else would Cas know about what else is out there? ]