[ that's the one. cookbooks. and then — hands up? looking confused, he raises both hands haltingly into the air. vincent might glimpse a cut or two where the porcelain pierced his skin, but they aren't bleeding. it's only when he realizes what vincent is going to do, or vincent moves to pick up the pieces, that castiel intervenes. ]
Wait.
[ there's no need for that.
castiel makes a gesture with his still raised hand, and a blink later, the cup is whole again, tea steaming away within it.
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Wait.
[ there's no need for that.
castiel makes a gesture with his still raised hand, and a blink later, the cup is whole again, tea steaming away within it.
he places his hands on the table. ]
Perhaps I'm becoming more human than I thought.