"I do not smell like Celestial ozone lust," Castiel grumbles, ripping away the next button with his teeth before wrapping his arms around Dean's waist and settling his head in Dean's lap as he peers over at Derek and Noah.
It's dark enough now that the first stars are starting to shine in the dusky sky and Castiel finds the layers so much easier to peel back now, even through his human shell. He can see galaxies upon galaxies.
He realizes, belatedly, he said some of that out loud. "Look," he commands, sending a snapshot of the sheer, vast, colorful and glorious wonder of space to the minds of their little circle.
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Date: 2016-06-09 07:09 am (UTC)It's dark enough now that the first stars are starting to shine in the dusky sky and Castiel finds the layers so much easier to peel back now, even through his human shell. He can see galaxies upon galaxies.
He realizes, belatedly, he said some of that out loud. "Look," he commands, sending a snapshot of the sheer, vast, colorful and glorious wonder of space to the minds of their little circle.
"I used to fly in that."