Dean Winchester (
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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?"
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?"
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"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."
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"Wait, what?" he asked, staring at it. "What for?"
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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."
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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."
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"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!"
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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."
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"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."
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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."
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Castiel looked blankly from one to the other.
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"I'm not even married," he said glumly.