It's a few more minutes before Castiel finally replies, the shape of the mansion growing larger ahead of them as they walk, their footfalls crunching in the quiet.
"I would... like that," he says softly.
Then they pass out from under the cover of the trees, and the weak winter sun falls warm on them after the chill of the forest.
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Date: 2011-03-11 06:15 am (UTC)"I would... like that," he says softly.
Then they pass out from under the cover of the trees, and the weak winter sun falls warm on them after the chill of the forest.