Is he being punk'd? Is this like a candid camera skit, or...?
Everything that's coming out of this dude's mouth is a different shade of wackadoo — admittedly, it might be a tiny little bit endearing. Might be.
The plates arrive. They sit. Dean flickers an assessing gaze over the guy, the guy's plate, then finally glances down at his own. It's a freaking plate full of- what are those, shells? Bluntly, after a long moment, he announces: )
I have literally no idea what I'm looking at.
( It's escargot. He's never seen escargot before right now. )
[ this is what you will be dating for the next however the fuck long the dating alexa decides, enjoy.
leaning over to examine dean's shells, cas frowns, his nose wrinkling a bit, before he settles on an unpleasant answer. ]
Snails, I believe.
[ sorry, friend. either coach has deemed dean's dinner isn't meant to be enjoyed tonight, or thought he needed to try something new. cas doubts those options are appealing to his date, so he glances down at his own entree - a huge steak and a pile of vegetables. ]
Would you like some of mine? I won't finish it all.
[ he's more interested in the veggie side of it, and Cas is already sawing off a majority cut of the steak for him, waving a hand for dean to slide his plate over. ]
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Is he being punk'd? Is this like a candid camera skit, or...?
Everything that's coming out of this dude's mouth is a different shade of wackadoo — admittedly, it might be a tiny little bit endearing. Might be.
The plates arrive. They sit. Dean flickers an assessing gaze over the guy, the guy's plate, then finally glances down at his own. It's a freaking plate full of- what are those, shells? Bluntly, after a long moment, he announces: )
I have literally no idea what I'm looking at.
( It's escargot. He's never seen escargot before right now. )
so it is written so it shall be
leaning over to examine dean's shells, cas frowns, his nose wrinkling a bit, before he settles on an unpleasant answer. ]
Snails, I believe.
[ sorry, friend. either coach has deemed dean's dinner isn't meant to be enjoyed tonight, or thought he needed to try something new. cas doubts those options are appealing to his date, so he glances down at his own entree - a huge steak and a pile of vegetables. ]
Would you like some of mine? I won't finish it all.
[ he's more interested in the veggie side of it, and Cas is already sawing off a majority cut of the steak for him, waving a hand for dean to slide his plate over. ]