[ wonderfully human, and so pure in that way. he's been invited into dean's room, into his home, his bed — for entirely innocent reasons, though the scent of his sheets clings to him all the same. he continues not to know how to answer hannibal's questions, and his eyes dart in the doctor's direction, a brief staccato movement. his eyelashes flutter. there's a barely perceptible flush clinging to his cheeks and his nose. ]
Nowhere.
[ he answers too late, and too obvious.
to hannibal, at least. castiel fails to decode the signal his mind is picking up, the images that flicker through his thoughts like a bad tv, screen jumping. suddenly, he remembers anna's mouth overlapping dean's mouth, the way she leaned up and into his body. suddenly, he remembers uriel's implications— angel food cake.
no subject
Nowhere.
[ he answers too late, and too obvious.
to hannibal, at least. castiel fails to decode the signal his mind is picking up, the images that flicker through his thoughts like a bad tv, screen jumping. suddenly, he remembers anna's mouth overlapping dean's mouth, the way she leaned up and into his body. suddenly, he remembers uriel's implications— angel food cake.
why does he think of that now? ]
It's nothing.