“What–no… wait–what are you doing?” Cas came to stand behind you while you studied the bocce ball court outside the bar intensely, your brow drawn down as you squinted at the different colored balls.
“There are no marks or lines or anything. How do you even play this?” you asked, picking up a ball.
“You don’t even know how to play?” Cas watched you chuck the ball with far too much force. It cleared the entire court. He frowned as it rolled into the parking lot. “What are you doing?” he repeated.
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Trying something new!” you announced, picking up another ball.
Cas continued staring at you intensely. “You hate trying new things,’” he said, his deep voice a bit gravelly.
“What? I love trying new things!” you contradicted him, chucking another ball.
He gave you a skeptical look.
“I mean, I do when I’m drunk…” You flashed your best smile at him and he held a hand out, meaning for you to give up the bocce ball in your hand, but you grasped his hand with yours instead and the angel was taken aback.
His blue eyes widened for a split second in surprise, but they seemed to sparkle even more the next. His face softened into a shy smile. “Come on,” he said, tugging on your hand a little. “Let’s go back to the bunker. You need a meal and some water.”
You flashed him a sweet smile. “Are you cooking?”
“I–I don’t cook,” Cas said.
“Oh, you can make mac and cheese. Anybody can make mac and cheese. I’ll help. It’ll be fine.”
Cas was too distracted by you lacing your fingers with his to come up with an answer.