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                  doeѕ тнaт мaĸe мe a вad perѕon?

not quite enough - a mix for the man who took good care not to believe in anything

01 timber timbre - bad ritual | 02 angus & julia stone - all of me| 03 susanne sundfør – it’s all gone tomorrow | 04 the pineapple thief - whatever you do, do nothing | 05 angus & julia stone -draw your swords | 06 her name is calla - pour more oil | 07 the pineapple thief - my bleeding hand | 08 daughter - smother | 09 tycho - awake | bonus: patrick wolf - tristan

Cas rolled the joint between his fingers, loosening up a tight spot and puffed at it again. Satisfied with the way it was burning he shrugged a jacket on and moved outside to the small porch on his cabin. It was early enough still to people watch, the sun wouldn’t be down for at least another hour. 

Exhaling roughly through his nose he snorted a cough out and moved to sit on the top step of the porch, enjoying the way his senses seemed to dull. He leaned against the cabin, watching, as he finished smoking.

When she knew he had settled onto the porch she skipped out after fixing her white sun dress that flavored from her waist and cute buttons sewn at the mid part of her cleavage. A grin plastered on her face and one of the smaller daisies tucked in her hair.

“Caaasssss” she called, rounding the corner, stopping infront of him, hands behind her back to conceal the measley bouquet. But her fun demeanor faltered for a moment and she blushed. She always felt a little sheepish around him, but gently shook her head, evaporating her silly school yard girl thoughts.

“I have news!” she beamed, eyes wide, grin gleaming as she let out a soft giggle.

He took a long, deep drag, eyes following the ember, watching it consume the thin paper. Smoke curled from his nostrils as he exhaled, an arm reaching out to help clear the air when his roommate rounded the corner. He couldn’t help but smirk, “Hey.” It was all he could manage around another lungful of smoke. “What’s up?” Cas looked up at her, eyes squinting to avoid the sun. 

He found himself quickly looking down, averting his gaze - there was something there. Rarely there, but on occasion Cas recognized it. Given the way he’d awoken - tangled in a hairy octopus is what he’d been dreaming, unfortunately - less than two weeks prior, with his roommate softly sighing into his shoulder it - Well, it was delicate. 

The joint began to canoe - at first he hadn’t understood the slang, but now it was hard to believe there was a time he had been so naive to such things - he raised a finger to his lips and ran his tongue along the tip. Carefully, delicately he ran a line of saliva where the joint had begun to burn unevenly. 

“Do share, dahhling!” He overemphasized an eyebrow raise to show his interest in the latest gossip - which, oddly had become one of his favorite things about having a female roommate. He’d never been one for gossip in the past unless it had to do with a case or impending apocalypse, but with the way things seemed to settle into place at camp - he was bored. And gossip often made him laugh. At other people. <b>Castiel</b> would be so <i>ashamed</i>.

He half smiled at her laugh, he couldn’t help it, and coughed a bit as punishment. Cas stood, brushing off the backside of his pants and took the last puff before roaching the joint. 

“What?” He couldn’t stop the way his face fell. At first their living arrangement had been bothersome at best, he was - no, he had been a creature of solace outside of his weekly meetings. Cas tried to salvage a smile as he pulled the door to the cabin open - how was he going to deal with the silence again? It was no secret that he’d cut back on the more dangerous of his extra curricular activities in the past month. “That’s,” He left the sentence open ended as he held the door open for her.

Cas placed the roach in the ashtray by the door for later, “When?” He tried for the very life of him to not be so short winded, he should be excited for her - he knew he wasn’t the easiest of people to live with. “I mean, uh,” He adjusted his voice, pulling the cabin door closed behind them, “When should I be prepared to move all of your stuff?”

Once inside she fluttered to his kitchen to find something similar to a vase, still being careful to conceal the flowers from his site.

“Well,” she said a little meekly “probably not for another few months if that’s okay..” she paused, grunting as she climbed onto the stained and make shift plywood counter top, accompanied by the sound of dishware clanking, and then a giddy “ah ha!”

She filled the vase with water, back to Cas, and carefully placed the flowers in, hopping back down, the noise muffled by doe skin still tied at her feet.

Astrid returned from the kitchen to him, vase of violet and ivory hues and placed it on the coffee table littered with tobacco and papers and cannibis shake.

“These are for you” she told him “I got them from the fields by your good friend the bull”, she hid a chortle at her own comments.

“That’s where Dean will let me build my cabin” she explained, voice becoming a little somber but she kept her grin. “You know how he feels about having.. Well, someone like me here” she gestured to her wrists, letting one of the spikes peak through the skin, but quickly returning it to its flesh sheathe before sitting down beside the spot Cas usually did.

Moving to the couch he sat, procuring a cigarette from his tin, “Hey!” He lit the cigarette, smoke pouring from his nostrils as he spoke, “I’ll have you know, that bull and I became very good friends!” Truth be told he was still a little sore about the hole that had been ripped in his favorite flannel that day. As he sat back he chuckled, thinking about what he must’ve looked like running across the field. 

The couch shifted beside him and without thinking he inspected her wrist, “Sometimes,” He exhaled, “I forget.” A thumb ventured across, tracing a spot of skin that had just been broken. All of a sudden he seemed to realize himself and he released her - wasn’t he just thinking the situation was delicate? “Dean hasn’t been very-” He cut himself off, searching for the right word, “open to the idea of letting anyone into Camp that’s….” He trailed off, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray, “Different?” He almost laughed at himself, different? That was being conservative given Dean’s view of late, “Well, you know.”

His gaze fell to the table, admiring the flowers Astrid had brought in with her. Kick her out? No, he shook his head, no he would not be kicking her or Manya out. “I’m not sure how many times I have to tell you,” Cas kicked his boots off, “and Manya,” The feline meowed in response from the back of the couch, “I’m not going to kick you out.” 

Pushing himself from the couch he went to the kitchen, “Did some scavving this morning,” He opened one of the drawers, “and I was extremely lucky to come across something like this.” The distinct rustle of plastic packaging almost gave him away, “Half the women in this camp would kill you and me for this.” He sighed silently, “I was going to save it for a special occasion or something but,” He shrugged, “I figure we can celebrate your good news.”

Cas returned to the couch and sat, facing her, his fists obviously each trying to hide something. “It’s a little bit old, but,” Quickly he turned his hands over, “we’ll probably never see any again.” Two chocolate bars that had seen better days lay in his palms face up, “I don’t even know if you like the stuff-” He shook his head at himself, this was silly. He was silly. “It’s stupid, I know. But-” He shrugged, “I don’t know, you do a lot of nice things for me.” He didn’t elaborate, simply left it at that. She would either like his shitty gesture, or she wouldn’t. 

The red head couldn't hold the laugh now. "Yes, so good he wanted to share clothes with you. A shame really. That was a good shirt on you" she winked playfully.

Slender shoulders shrugged, and she signed a bit. "I forget too" she announced, "but i do understand. It's a world of monsters and some real fucked up shit. He recognizes i am not a beast, but I am still a liability" another shrug and a smile "he is trying to keep his people safe. And if his people are scared of me, he doesn't have much recourse". She didn't like the judgement and lack of chances, but she was not bitter with the Winchester.

Gem stone hues of sapphire and emerald followed him as he moved from couch to kitchen, and she watched quizically as he came back with closed hands.

She began to whisper "What do you ha- Ouuhhh", her jaw quickly gaped at the site, and her eyes moved from his hands to his stormy blue eyes, wide, almost confused.

"For me?" she managed to stutter out. Still staring at him, and she grinned again.

"You're the sweetest!" she said with excitement, and quickly pecked his cheek, fingers stroking his neck gently as she did so. "But you don't have to share with me" she told him. "I'm just Astrid and do Astrid things. This is nothing. I don't know what you mean by nice things" and she was being honest, not modest. She cleaned, and cooked, sprayed the plants when he told her to. Normal nothing things.

She looked back at the chocolate. And bit her bottom lip.

Cas rolled the joint between his fingers, loosening up a tight spot and puffed at it again. Satisfied with the way it was burning he shrugged a jacket on and moved outside to the small porch on his cabin. It was early enough still to people watch, the sun wouldn’t be down for at least another hour. 

Exhaling roughly through his nose he snorted a cough out and moved to sit on the top step of the porch, enjoying the way his senses seemed to dull. He leaned against the cabin, watching, as he finished smoking.

When she knew he had settled onto the porch she skipped out after fixing her white sun dress that flavored from her waist and cute buttons sewn at the mid part of her cleavage. A grin plastered on her face and one of the smaller daisies tucked in her hair.

“Caaasssss” she called, rounding the corner, stopping infront of him, hands behind her back to conceal the measley bouquet. But her fun demeanor faltered for a moment and she blushed. She always felt a little sheepish around him, but gently shook her head, evaporating her silly school yard girl thoughts.

“I have news!” she beamed, eyes wide, grin gleaming as she let out a soft giggle.

He took a long, deep drag, eyes following the ember, watching it consume the thin paper. Smoke curled from his nostrils as he exhaled, an arm reaching out to help clear the air when his roommate rounded the corner. He couldn’t help but smirk, “Hey.” It was all he could manage around another lungful of smoke. “What’s up?” Cas looked up at her, eyes squinting to avoid the sun. 

He found himself quickly looking down, averting his gaze - there was something there. Rarely there, but on occasion Cas recognized it. Given the way he’d awoken - tangled in a hairy octopus is what he’d been dreaming, unfortunately - less than two weeks prior, with his roommate softly sighing into his shoulder it - Well, it was delicate. 

The joint began to canoe - at first he hadn’t understood the slang, but now it was hard to believe there was a time he had been so naive to such things - he raised a finger to his lips and ran his tongue along the tip. Carefully, delicately he ran a line of saliva where the joint had begun to burn unevenly. 

“Do share, dahhling!” He overemphasized an eyebrow raise to show his interest in the latest gossip - which, oddly had become one of his favorite things about having a female roommate. He’d never been one for gossip in the past unless it had to do with a case or impending apocalypse, but with the way things seemed to settle into place at camp - he was bored. And gossip often made him laugh. At other people. <b>Castiel</b> would be so <i>ashamed</i>.

He half smiled at her laugh, he couldn’t help it, and coughed a bit as punishment. Cas stood, brushing off the backside of his pants and took the last puff before roaching the joint. 

“What?” He couldn’t stop the way his face fell. At first their living arrangement had been bothersome at best, he was - no, he had been a creature of solace outside of his weekly meetings. Cas tried to salvage a smile as he pulled the door to the cabin open - how was he going to deal with the silence again? It was no secret that he’d cut back on the more dangerous of his extra curricular activities in the past month. “That’s,” He left the sentence open ended as he held the door open for her.

Cas placed the roach in the ashtray by the door for later, “When?” He tried for the very life of him to not be so short winded, he should be excited for her - he knew he wasn’t the easiest of people to live with. “I mean, uh,” He adjusted his voice, pulling the cabin door closed behind them, “When should I be prepared to move all of your stuff?”

Once inside she fluttered to his kitchen to find something similar to a vase, still being careful to conceal the flowers from his site.

"Well," she said a little meekly "probably not for another few months if that's okay.." she paused, grunting as she climbed onto the stained and make shift plywood counter top, accompanied by the sound of dishware clanking, and then a giddy "ah ha!"

She filled the vase with water, back to Cas, and carefully placed the flowers in, hopping back down, the noise muffled by doe skin still tied at her feet.

Astrid returned from the kitchen to him, vase of violet and ivory hues and placed it on the coffee table littered with tobacco and papers and cannibis shake.

"These are for you" she told him "I got them from the fields by your good friend the bull", she hid a chortle at her own comments.

"That's where Dean will let me build my cabin" she explained, voice becoming a little somber but she kept her grin. "You know how he feels about having.. Well, someone like me here" she gestured to her wrists, letting one of the spikes peak through the skin, but quickly returning it to its flesh sheathe before sitting down beside the spot Cas usually did.

Cas rolled the joint between his fingers, loosening up a tight spot and puffed at it again. Satisfied with the way it was burning he shrugged a jacket on and moved outside to the small porch on his cabin. It was early enough still to people watch, the sun wouldn’t be down for at least another hour. 

Exhaling roughly through his nose he snorted a cough out and moved to sit on the top step of the porch, enjoying the way his senses seemed to dull. He leaned against the cabin, watching, as he finished smoking.

When she knew he had settled onto the porch she skipped out after fixing her white sun dress that flavored from her waist and cute buttons sewn at the mid part of her cleavage. A grin plastered on her face and one of the smaller daisies tucked in her hair.

"Caaasssss" she called, rounding the corner, stopping infront of him, hands behind her back to conceal the measley bouquet. But her fun demeanor faltered for a moment and she blushed. She always felt a little sheepish around him, but gently shook her head, evaporating her silly school yard girl thoughts.

"I have news!" she beamed, eyes wide, grin gleaming as she let out a soft giggle.

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person