The graveyard, Tuesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

Although the Cat seemed to generally be more interested in the indoors than the outdoors when the weather was cold, last night's adventure in trying to keep her from hunting the radio squirrels had lead Castiel to the conclusion that she needed more activity in her life.

And both Chuck and Dean had mentioned the possibility of playing with her.

So Castiel and the Cat were out in the graveyard, Castiel walking regally through the stones as the Cat followed after, leaping into the air and doing somersaults as she attempted to catch his elusive, invisible wings.

Castiel had to admit, it was rather entertaining.

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Well Chuck just had to visit after last night's broadcast.

"Now that's just cute." Even though he had no idea what the hell the cat was chasing after.

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel turned, and the Cat went into a small fit, desperately swiping at the swinging wings. "Chuck. How are you?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Fine, I suppose," he said. Better than he had been last week, anyway. "Heard you on radio last night. Very impressive."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel nodded. "Thank you. It was very interesting to see how the whole process is accomplished."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Sounded like you enjoyed the rum a whole lot," he said, smirking.

[scruffnfeathers]

"I believe I may have enjoyed it a bit more than the tequila. Perhaps it's the sugar cane base."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Prefer the sweeter stuff, huh?" Chuck wasn't all that surprised by that. "I prefer scotch myself. It's kind of a family trait."

[scruffnfeathers]

"A grain base." Castiel nodded. "Dean is a whiskey drinker as well."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Is he? I never noticed," Chuck said. "Looks like he has some good taste after all."

[scruffnfeathers]

"He seems to have a great deal of taste in food."

He certainly ate enough.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, he eats a lot," Chuck said, laughing a little. "Sam hardly eats at all. Well. Except when he's stoned."

[scruffnfeathers]

"One would think he would require more fuel for a body that size."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I think he's content running on coffee and books," Chuck said. "Most geeks are."

[scruffnfeathers]

"That is not a nutritionally balanced diet."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's not," Chuck agreed. "But considering I mostly survive on alcohol and you don't eat at all, we're in no place to lecture others on their eating habits."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I have no need for food intake," Castiel pointed out. "You should perhaps eat something, though."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I eat," he said. "I just like drinking better."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Alcohol seems to be very disruptive of cognitive ability."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It does have that effect," Chuck said with a nod. "I never would have thought it'd have that effect on angels but I was definitely proven wrong."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel frowned. "I'm not entirely certain it should. I can only assume that it has something to do with the large quantities in a small amount of time."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that would have a lot to do with it," Chuck said, smirking. "I take it you don't like disrupted cognitive ability?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"I don't seem to mind it at the time. But it can be . . . troublesome, later."

He'd tried to make it rain rum, for His sake.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Don't tell me you get hangovers."

[scruffnfeathers]

"What's a hangover?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's when you wake up sick after a long night of drinking," he said. "It happens to the best of us."