Third Unused Utility Belt | Video

[hellofist]

[Hello there Barge. Cass is in the library, sitting on the floor with a bunch of books spread around her. When she turns the feed on, she's got a copy of A Tale of Two Cities in her hands. She'd recognized it as the book she had tried to read when she had stayed at Tim's apartment, but it was only the spine and the cover she knew. She still has no idea what it's about, or even what it is.]

Um. Don't know lots of things. Trying to learn. Reading, how to... use comm. But...

[Well, staring at words and trying to will them into making sense? It's not very effective.]

Need help. Had offers. Cashing in. [It's possible she got that phrase from Dean.] In library. Anyone can come, need... lots of help.


(ooc: ABSOLUTELY ANYONE is welcome to come and see Cass about reading, even if they haven't previously talked to her about helping out. Come and poke the little bat!)

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[hellofist]

[She just shakes her head. She sees what he's doing, trying to get her to figure it out, but she'd rather have him explain it.]

You know, though. Just tell.

[surfaceshine]

[There's no shift in his expression most people would notice, no visible conscious decision; just a slightly more sly cast to the smirk, a subtle amusement in his voice.]

It's a cut of beef.

[hellofist]

[He might as well say he's joking out loud for how obvious his body makes it. Cass just rolls her eyes and elbows him lightly in the side.]

Funny. Only not.

[surfaceshine]

[Dean over-exaggerates an 'oomf' when her elbow catches him, but it seems to prompt his grin. He seems to be pretty confident it was, in fact, funny.]

A rumpus is a massive, chaotic mess. Like a party only with less cake.

[hellofist]

[She leans into him again once he's filled to the brim with self-satisfaction, pleased to know he's feeling happy. But then she looks up at him, very confused.]

Parties have cake?

[surfaceshine]

[Dean blinks at her for a moment, then shakes his head, grin toning down to a fond smile.

She's missed out on so much. He adds another item to the list rather than asking the obvious question and just moves on to explain.]

Yup. Know when your birthday is?

[hellofist]

Yes. Found out... few months ago. January 26.

[She really does love him for the way he handles her lack of knowledge. Doesn't judge, just tries to fix it. He gets another quick hug for it.]

[surfaceshine]

[It's easy - and even easier, when she says that, to actually blurt out something he pretty much doesn't tell anyone. It's too much like a plea for attention, normally; something for others to forget.

This time, though, it feels like something to further bind her into the "normal" it seems to him she's trying for. And so he grins:]

Dude, that's awesome - two days after mine.

[hellofist]

Will get you present.

[She knows that's what you do because Bruce did it the day she found out. She'd told him it wasn't her birthday, but he'd insisted, and she'd learned presents happen on birthdays.]

What do... you want?

[surfaceshine]

[There's the briefest, mildest of hitches in Dean's response, and it is surprise; gifts aren't really a Thing in the Winchester car household, and Dean had stopped asking for anything before he'd even hit the double digits. Anything frivolous, anyway - he always hoped and wished for John's safety.

Then he's smirking, and of course, deflecting.]

Not a lot of shopping options here, sweetheart. It's alright. We'll throw a party.

[hellofist]

[Congratulations, Dean, you're getting a whole book of finger paintings now. She sees him dodging, pokes him in the side with her elbow again.]

Can see that. But fine.

What kind of party? Do I have to... find a dress?

[She is noticeably less enthused about that idea.]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean bats her arm in return, reaching down to flip the book in his lap closed and set it safely off to the side for now.

He can't help but laugh at the question or, more accurately, her change of heart when she says it. He grins and singsongs:]

It's our party and we'll do what we want to. [Back to normal with a dismissive wave of his hand.]

Nah. Bring your favorite cowl.

[hellofist]

... I only have one.

[Oops, that went straight over her head.]

[surfaceshine]

I'll have to have a chat with Leslie, then, see if we can't get you a couple more to match other outfits.

[It's okay, Dean's got this.]

Maybe a Christmas one, with reindeer antlers, or lights and tinsel.

[hellofist]

[Unfortunately, that backfires.]

What's reindeer? And tinsel?

[surfaceshine]

[And no one was surprised, least of all Dean. That's okay. It means he might actually get a set of fake reindeer antlers on her when the snow rolls around.

For now he just grins at her and, not even thinking about it, reaches up to ruffle her hair - fondness, mostly, but he won't mind terribly if it's a mild annoyance.]

I'll show you.

[hellofist]

[She'd wear them proudly if they were from Dean. When he ruffles her hair, she just grins at him and scoots in a little closer to him.]

Good. Looking forward to.