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The younger Winchester whips around at hearing his own voice, gun drawn. "Who the hell are you? A shifter?"

“I’m uncertain; I read it once in a newspaper and wondered if that might be something you found enjoyable.  Role playing would mean playing a role, yes?  Bondage, however, is self-explanatory.”  Though, knowing Castiel, he was probably thinking of something considerably more punitive than sexy.

       “Where are you trying to pour liquor? Cause I’m pretty sure it doesn’t go in the place you think it does.” Everything else is pretty spot on but he’s not going to give the other that satisfaction. Doesn’t want to admit some of this stuff out loud or, really, to himself. He likes what he likes- just not gonna look that deep into it. 

“Well I wasn’t expecting THAT greeting.”

“And yours doesn’t, Samsquatch?”

Castiel breathed a heavy sigh from his nose. His eyes rolling to the place he used to call home. “Sam. That is highly inappropriate.” He scolded the man, calmly to start with. He wasn’t surprised, and quite frankly he was starting to find it to be routine. Did he understand? Not hardly. Would he be abrasive? Of course not. The man beneath the mask, or lack there of, was still his precious Sam Winchester. “Please. I’m trying to finish the research Dean asked of me. Not now.” Not later either, but unfortunately Castiel was too distracted to specify.

[text] I’m not happy when your not around. There’s no way that your just up an gone like this.

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