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Dean Winchester ([personal profile] weary_head) wrote2009-09-30 07:59 pm
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"There."

Dean straightened, wiping the remnants of red chalk from his fingers. He stood inside a large circle drawn onto the hut floor, chalk pocketed out of one hand, and sparkley stick in the other.

It was the best he could find under the circumstances.

Stern look in place, he motioned Angua and Castiel forward. They had some shit to sort out, and Dean had had just about enough of it. "All right," he said, "this is the Circle of Trust, okay? Inside the circle of trust, nobody gets angry. That means no shouting, no growling, and absolutely no quoting of Leviticus."

He raised a hand to quell the mutinous look on Angua's face, stepping in to drag her forward. Castiel, at least, came more willingly.

"And this," he said, holding up the stick, "is the Sharing Stick. Whoever's holding the sharing stick..." Dean paused for effect. "Has to share. Cas?" he asked, turning to the angel. "You wanna start?"

[identity profile] heartless-sob.livejournal.com 2009-10-01 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Castiel took the stick from Dean, pausing a moment to admire the sparkles.

"Alright..." He dug in his pocket with the other hand, and produced a small wooden cross. He had made it himself. He held it out for Dean. "Then this is for you."

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-01 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Dean was just congratulating himself on how well this was going when there was a cross in his face.

"Wait, what?" he asked, staring at it. "What for?"

[identity profile] heartless-sob.livejournal.com 2009-10-01 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sharing it with you," Castiel said, and beamed.

Angua rolled her eyes. "That's not the kind of sharing he means. I think he means your feelings."

Castiel's eyebrows narrowed, then smoothed out. "I feel an affection for you, thus, I am sharing this symbol of faith with you."

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-01 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Right," said Dean. "Okay." He looked down at the cross. He'd never handled one outside of blessing water, but if it moved things along...

He scooped it out of Castiel's hand with what he hoped was a sincere smile, holding it between them. "All good, then. So let's share."

[identity profile] loaded-wolf.livejournal.com 2009-10-01 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Castiel handed the stick to Angua, since he had taken his turn. Angua scowled, turning it on Dean.

"Dean, this is stupid--"

"I actually think this is quite an ingenious idea," Castiel started to interject.

"You don't even know what it is. That's your problem, Castiel, you don't understand anything!"
Edited 2009-10-01 02:41 (UTC)

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-02 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh uh uh." Dean waved a finger. "No shouting in the Circle of Trust. Use your 'I feel' statements." He turned to Castiel, silently praying she didn't stab him while his back was turned. "Cas, apparently Angua feels that you don't understand."

[identity profile] heartless-sob.livejournal.com 2009-10-02 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Angua growled low in her throat.

Castiel looked from one to the other. "Well, I suppose I do not understand why Angua is so angry with me. She, of all people, should know the difficulties of adapting to humanity."

"Oh please, I was never that dense," Angua muttered.

"Or why it is a hindrance that I look after Dean--"

"Because he doesn't need you to," she interrupted, keeping her voice level. "He isn't a child."

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-02 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"'I feel' statements, people!" Dean barked. "And pass the stick, c'mon!" Small tantrum thus expended, he grabbed the stick.

"Cas doesn't feel I'm a child, do you, Cas? I'm like his holy mission back home. He's just having a little separation anxiety."

[identity profile] loaded-wolf.livejournal.com 2009-10-02 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Castiel took the stick, eyes narrowed and mouth pinched in a frown. "I do not feel he is a child, no, but he is my charge and my friend."

Angua grabbed the stick from Castiel and pointed it at Dean, jabbing him in the chest with it. "I feel," she smirked, "that you, need to teach him-" the stick swung toward Castiel's chest "- boundaries."

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-03 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Dean snatched it back again before anyone got impaled. "Fine," he said, "that's - I feel that's probably my fault. Last time I got sick, remember? You guys were sick of hearing me cough? So I went to his place and sort of bogartedhisbed."

[identity profile] loaded-wolf.livejournal.com 2009-10-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that's great Dean. He already wants in your pants!" Angua said, crossing her arms.

Castiel looked blankly from one to the other.

[identity profile] weary-head.livejournal.com 2009-10-05 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Dean groaned aloud, clutching the sharing stick to his chest like it might save him. "He barely even knows what sex is," he ground out, thrusting the stick at Castiel. "C'mon, help me out a little here."

[identity profile] heartless-sob.livejournal.com 2009-10-05 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Castiel took the stick, and was about to say he felt confused, but remembered Angua didn't like that, so he only frowned. "I do not want to wear Dean's pants," he offered. "My own fit fine. And I do not want sex."

"I'm not even married," he said glumly.