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[weary_head]

"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?"

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[loaded-wolf.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's great Dean. He already wants in your pants!" Angua said, crossing her arms.

Castiel looked blankly from one to the other.

[weary-head.livejournal.com]

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."

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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.