[ Whether or not it's a good thing that Castiel manages to make it to the bunker sooner than expected is a matter of perspective, but between catching a patch of relatively favorable weather and the pair of snowshoes he picked up some time ago, he does. The image he cuts as he wades through the blizzard - hunched under the weight of his heavy pack, frost-crusted cloak billowing in the wind - might even be majestic, if the cloak weren't made of a brightly colored shower curtain stolen from the house that seemed to be stuck in the 1970's and he weren't still keeping the silk robe he has wrapped around his head for warmth affixed in place with a baseball cap.
He makes a beeline for Tess, reaching into his tan overcoat and pulling a cheap, disposable pepper grinder full of black peppercorns out of one of the inner pockets, which he presents to her. Only his eyes are visible behind the bathrobe, but even that sliver of facial expression and the way he holds it out as far as possible makes it clear that he's regarding her with suspicion, or as something unclean. ]
This is for your cooking. Take it.
II (OTA)
[ After his conversation with the little goddess he wastes as little time as possible heading inside. He has a plan in mind, and unfortunately it's going to involve a lot of sitting around and waiting. Anyone waiting in the bunker's entrance, the safe rooms on either side, or the hallway may have the chance to pull him aside and talk to him - otherwise, he'll be headed straight for room eight, where he intends to stay until he's certain his lungs are clear enough for him to safely make his next move. ]
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[ Whether or not it's a good thing that Castiel manages to make it to the bunker sooner than expected is a matter of perspective, but between catching a patch of relatively favorable weather and the pair of snowshoes he picked up some time ago, he does. The image he cuts as he wades through the blizzard - hunched under the weight of his heavy pack, frost-crusted cloak billowing in the wind - might even be majestic, if the cloak weren't made of a brightly colored shower curtain stolen from the house that seemed to be stuck in the 1970's and he weren't still keeping the silk robe he has wrapped around his head for warmth affixed in place with a baseball cap.
He makes a beeline for Tess, reaching into his tan overcoat and pulling a cheap, disposable pepper grinder full of black peppercorns out of one of the inner pockets, which he presents to her. Only his eyes are visible behind the bathrobe, but even that sliver of facial expression and the way he holds it out as far as possible makes it clear that he's regarding her with suspicion, or as something unclean. ]
This is for your cooking. Take it.
II (OTA)
[ After his conversation with the little goddess he wastes as little time as possible heading inside. He has a plan in mind, and unfortunately it's going to involve a lot of sitting around and waiting. Anyone waiting in the bunker's entrance, the safe rooms on either side, or the hallway may have the chance to pull him aside and talk to him - otherwise, he'll be headed straight for room eight, where he intends to stay until he's certain his lungs are clear enough for him to safely make his next move. ]