For Neil

[godless_son]

He is not certain what gift is appropriate to bring when checking on a friend's recently charred, newly human husband.

Humans bring something called casserole in the movies when there is illness but Castiel is an atrocious cook and he doesn't know what that is.

So, the houseplant.

He knocks, wondering belatedly if he ought to have called first but deciding that at least he has stopped entering without permission.

"Neil," he calls through the door. "Are you there? It's Castiel."

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[likeaplanet]

Getting up from the couch, laptop left open on the coffee table, along with a half-eaten bag of Cheetos and a beer, I wipe my hands off on my jeans and shove Max out of the way so I can open the door.

"Since when do you knock?" I grin, arching a brow at the plant he's holding in his arms.