Never one to rush into anything without due consideration, Castiel watches for months before taking action. He watches every time Dean licks his lips, takes note of the inattentive flick of his tongue to wet them. He memorizes the way Dean’s thumb lingers against the thickness of his lower lip when he rubs it in thought - and how it goes from pink to red when he does so. He notices the way Dean’s eyes often settle on his own lips when he speaks and does the same in return.
Sometimes while he’s watching Dean’s lips, Castiel wonders what they feel like. He wonders if they’re as soft as they look; how they feel wet with spit and dry; how they’d feel against his skin. Sometimes he loses himself for a few minutes thinking about Dean’s lips and when he finally reels in his errant thoughts, he’s left stammering and trying to catch up to the conversation he’s missed, an unfamiliar heat spreading across his cheeks and a tickling flutter in his stomach.
Two students, James and John, were given a grammar test by their teacher. The question was, “is it better to use “had” or “had had” in this example sentence?”
The teacher collected the tests, and looked over their answers.
James, while John had had “had”, had had “had had.” “Had had” had had a better effect on the teacher.
episode sixteen and a half: sam and dean go back to the bunker, only to find strange cars parked out front. they go in cautiously guns drawn and find a banner in enochian strung over the hallway. “abaddon’s been here, too. she’s taunting us,” dean hisses. he rips the banner down and they go into the library. castiel is sitting at a table looking totally fucking exhausted with seven excited angels all around him. the angels stare at the crumpled banner in dean’s hands, which apparently translates to “hello we are new here.” the angels have baked a friendship cake. sam graciously allows the angels to cut him a slice. the cake sucks. “they tried,” says castiel. castiel puts his face in his hands.