Post by Cassiel on Jan 24, 2016 8:07:39 GMT
CASTIEL--
Castiel still wasn't quite sure what had possessed him to offer to bring Donna here, of all places. Still, at least he could be reasonably sure there wasn't anything here that was a threat to her – to either of them. Well, unless he wanted to count the demon who owned and operated the place, of course. He had a grudging respect for Jacob, and found he didn't really consider him an immediate threat.
Pushing open the door, he held it to allow Donna to get in out of the cold before following behind her. “The Salt Lick, home of fresh pork rinds, good beer, and a comfortable atmosphere...if you can dismiss the demon lurking around,” Cas said, leaning close so he wasn't overheard by anyone else. Despite the mention of a demon – something that should be cause for concern in their world – he offered Donna a brief smile. “They serve a good local brew Dean recommended.” He didn't even bother to clarify that Dean had never been in the bar, they all would have known if he had been, because Jacob might well no longer be here at all.
He ushered her over to a table set against a wall, the same table he'd sat at the last time he'd been in. He liked it purely because it offered a clear view of nearly the entire bar, and it offered one less direction to guard, with the wall to his back. After all, he might respect Jacob, but it didn't mean he trusted him.
Mindful of hasty lessons on etiquette he'd gotten from Sam over the phone earlier in the day on the proper conduct when bringing a woman to a public establishment, Cas pulled out a chair and held it for Donna. He would push it in carefully when she sat, then take a seat across from her. “What do you think?”
DONNA--
Cas had taken her up on her offer to celebrate the twins’ homecoming – so to speak; she actually got dressed up and felt cute! Even though she was going out with an Angel and it wasn’t a date, and… dammit, she is going to look good – it was better than her cop uniform. Also she had lost a couple pounds, granted, it was the same couple pounds she had been battling with for the last month.
“Do I look skinnier?” She had asked Cas with a twirl at the door, he had given her a befuddled look – nodding only when he saw Jody nod with emphasis. That had been a good answer! The drive in his car wasn’t horribly long, which was fine, Cas wasn’t one for small talk, and she was already talking his ear off about the preparations underway for the twins.
When they parked, she followed him, stepping into the bar with a curious glance around, “it’s…” She crinkled her nose with a tilt of her head, “cute.” She looked around for the demon as she settled in her seat, it was nice to be out of the cabin. “This is the place, huh?” She looked at him, crinkling her nose again, “I feel like celebrating with a big old margarita! Fruity!” She clapped her hands, “ooh, can we have one with the umbrellas? Do they do the ones with the bucket?” She paused, flattening her lips, “I talk too much.”
JACOB--
I felt him in the vicinity before he even arrived, now attuned to the Angel, a short head's up that I will be having company, though he's not alone and by the way he's acting he seems to be on a date with that woman. I do not want to know, of all the places he could have taken her, this bar is hardly the most romantic.
I walk over to their table and I have eyes only for Donna. "Well now, aren't you the ray of sunshine to brighten up this dingy establishment." I give her my most charming smile, even though I have no illusions that Castiel wouldn't have told her what I was. It's only then that I look at the Angel and raise a brow. "What can I get you fine folks tonight?"
CASTIEL--
“Cute,” he repeated, chuckling. “I believe it leans toward...'rustic.' This is the place.” Just as she'd done, he let his eyes drift around the room, looking for either Jacob or Renard. He was surprised to note that the room was nearly empty of patrons on this particular night. He didn't immediately spot Renard, but there was Jacob, as though he'd been waiting for them.
Cas blinked, turning his full attention back to Donna as Jacob approached their table. “I'm not familiar with a...margarita,” he said, saying the unfamiliar word carefully, exactly as she did. “But if you want one, I'm sure something can be done about it.” His lips quirking fondly, he reached across the table and laid his hand over hers. “I don't believe you talk too much. You're,” he hesitated, searching for a suitably pleasing word, “passionate about life. It's not a bad thing.”
He patted her hand once or twice, then pulled his away, though the fond smile remained in place. “This...margarita. It tastes of fruit? I think I would like to try that.” What it tasted like really didn't make a lot of difference to him. For the most part, he tasted food and drink down to their component molecules, and he only indulged to fit in better with the humans he'd surrounded himself with. Still, there were a few things that sat pleasantly on his tongue, the molecules arranging in such a way as to be enjoyable. Coffee, green tea, some few beers, and, oddly, many fruits were among the things he tended to gravitate toward when he had the option.
He said nothing, at first, as Jacob spoke to Donna. While he was ready to defend her, should it become necessary, he trusted that she was capable of holding her own against Jacob's attentions. She might be female, but Castiel, unlike so many humans he'd observed, mistook female for fragile or incapable.
“Jacob, this is Donna. Donna, this is Jacob, the...owner.” Despite the nearly empty room, he wasn't going to say the word 'demon' again aloud, but he did look at her pointedly before turning his attention back to Jacob.
DONNA--
Passionate about life, Donna liked how he said that; she couldn’t help it, life was good when you could look on the bright side. She shrugged with a smile, “that’s me!” A bob of her head as she studied him, an amused little look flitting across her face – she wasn’t laughing at him, she just forgot sometimes how much he didn’t know about things. She would have to teach him. “Which fruit do you like? I’m sure I can have them whip up something.” Her eyes flicked away, then back to him, “it has tequila, and… some fruity stuff to make it fruity.”
When Jacob came over, Donna waved, “hi!” Her eyes flicked over to Castiel, she gave him a look to make sure he said some sort of greeting too. She looked back at Jacob and giggled at his words, “that’s me. All Sunshine and passionate about life!” She looked to Castiel again, a confused quirk of her eyebrows before her face showed understanding.
“Aren’t you special?” She grinned at Jacob, “we want two big things of margaritas.” She made a gesture of how big. “Oh! And some umbrellas, please.” She looked at Castiel, “oh, we might need food. Is the kitchen open?” She paused, “do you have a kitchen?” Another pause, “you know what? Pork rinds will do, you don’t need to go to all the trouble.”
JACOB--
I capture one of Donna's hands as she waves them around like some frantic hairless monkey and bring it to my lips. "As a friend of Castiel, you may have anything you wish." My eyes narrow a bit and I smile before releasing her, no point riling up the Angel by making a move on his female. "Margaritas and something special, just for you two. The place will be empty enough soon, so enjoy yourselves." I give Cas a smirk before heading back to the bar and then into the kitchen. One thing about being a Crossroads Demon, you have 'friends' all over the world. Soon enough and maybe too soon for even a real restaurant I return with a large tray, two large margaritas with fruit and umbrellas and a few other containers including sizzling fajitas with all the fixings. Maybe I went overboard, but I'm looking to impress, just a little bit. "Enjoy.." Oh and the fact that Cas' drink is fizzed up to knock even an discerning alcoholic like Crowley on his ass is a non-issue. I couldn't resist.
CASTIEL--
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, having never considered that different fruits all had different flavours to humans. Fruit had been something he'd not been able to afford during his time as a human, after all. For him, fruit was merely a collection of molecules he'd learned to call simply 'sweet.'
Castiel's suspicions were raised at Jacob's casual smirk, but he said nothing. There was no point in worrying Donna. This was supposed to be a celebration, and he didn't want anything to ruin it for her. Especially not after she'd been kind enough to include him in it. Besides, Jacob had as much riding on their deal as he did, and he didn't think the demon would risk Renard just to harm Donna in some way. Still, his eyes followed the demon as he disappeared into the kitchen, his expression thoughtful.
He reached out to pat Donna's hand again, trying to reassure her, though he wasn't even sure she'd caught the smirk the demon had flashed as he'd left. “See, he'll bring the margaritas, and we can celebrate just as you wished.” He made sure to pull a smile back onto his lips for her, something that wasn't particularly hard to do around her. Her enthusiasm, while often perplexing, was also something that spread easily to him, in his own quiet way.
When Jacob returned, Cas looked up at him, not even trying to hide the suspicion he knew burned in his eyes. But, again, with Donna there he chose to say nothing about it. “Thank you, Jacob. We appreciate you going to so much trouble,” the angel said, his attention diverted to the food and drink burdening the tray.
DONNA--
When Jacob kissed her hand, Donna blushed madly, a silly little smile darting across her lips before she giggled. “Thank you!” She put her hand on the table, amused little look as she watched Jacob leave, “are all,” she leaned in and whispered, “demons,” before leaning back, “like that? Because, boy howdy.” She woofed a bit under her breath before she settled into her seat.
“Yes! We’ll celebrate!” She knew better than saying why they were celebrating, Castiel had said the babies would be in danger for the majority of their lives. She crinkled her nose, “I can’t wait!” She pointed to the margaritas on Jacob’s tray, “that is celebration. Dean taught you this, right?” Of course the big lug taught him! She hoped.
She gasped at Jacob, “you didn’t have to go to so much trouble for us!” She pointed to the chairs, “do you want to sit with us?” Her eyes flicked to Castiel, “or…. Uh…” She waited until he handed her a margarita, “you might not want to sit here and listen to us!” She smiled as she took a sip of her drink, “oh… mmmmm. Try yours, An—Castiel.”
JACOB--
"No trouble at all, there is a little place down in New Mexico that I enjoy, I take my son there for his birthday every year." So yes, I did teleport. "I should get back, still have customers, please enjoy" with that I leave them be to return to my post keeping an eye on them from the bar.
CASTIEL--
Ah, of course, Jacob had teleported. Well, Cas decided, that probably explained the smirk. He relaxed – a bit – and nodded to the demon. “Thank you,” Cas said again, sincerely..and with a touch of gratitude that he hadn't taken Donna up on her offer to join them. While the demon could be interesting company when he was of a mood for it, he didn't want Jacob around for this particular celebration.
Castiel had hesitated in answering Donna's questions until Jacob had come and gone, just in case. He considered, then shook his head slowly. “No, most are nothing like that at all. In my life I've encountered very few that I didn't want to smite on sight.” Namely, Meg...who had been on his mind distressingly often of late. Leaving her to die like that.. Well, he could add it to his long list of sins he hoped to someday atone for. But, he thought, now was not the time for such thoughts. Donna wanted to celebrate, so that is exactly what they would do.
The angel indulged Donna, taking a sip of the impressively large drink, his eyes widening almost comically. “This... This is very sweet. I like this.” He didn't hesitate in taking another, longer drink of the margarita. “Yes, this is very pleasant.” He offered Donna a smile, absently playing with the little paper umbrella sticking out of it. “Dean has celebrated with alcohol before, but he never told me there was any that could be so....sweet.”
DONNA--
Donna didn’t understand the remark about New Mexico, but had made a mental note to ask about his son at a different time. “Thank you,” she smiled brightly at Jacob before taking another sip, a longer one this time. She closed her eyes to relish the taste, it was amazing! She should come here and drink more often, she wasn’t much for drinking – thus the fruity drinks.
She opened her eyes and crinkled her nose, “Claire told me some are downright horrible.” She shook her head, it was hard to believe there were such horrible things in the world. That’s why she was doing what she did with the Academy, so more people understood and were able to protect themselves. It had been near disastrous for her when she first encountered a monster.
Her eyes flicked over to him, a giggle came from her lips. “I told you it was good!” She pulled out her umbrella and stuck it behind her ear. “Dean is the kinda man that would say these are girl drinks.” She snorted, “like a man!” Another sip, her teeth were starting to buzz a little. “Whoo boy, he put a good kick in mine. How about yours?” A soft giggle, “so, do you…” She squinted as she tried to think of a code word for Angels, and failing, “uhhh… you know…” She gestured futilely with a hand, “you have a girlfriend?” A pause, “or a boyfriend. I’m not judging.”
CASTIEL--
Taking another long drink from his sweet, fruity margarita, her comment about Dean struck him as terribly amusing, a slightly lopsided smile blooming out over his lips and crinkling his eyes a bit. “Dean Winchester has a lot of opinions that I don't agree with.” He nodded slowly in agreement with his own statement. “He has far too many rules, and he's always telling me to remember them. As if he'd give me a chance to forget.” He huffed softly.
He'd waved off her mention of 'kick' in her drink – and in his. It would take far more than one drink to truly have any effect on him. “No, no. This is one drink. I once drank an entire liquor store. Sam didn't seem to like it. He was so annoying on the message he left.” He was, of course, rambling, but he didn't seem to realize he was.
A blink and a tilting of his head followed her inquiry. “I have you and Jody, and Sam and Dean... Oh.” His eyes widened, but he took another long drink before continuing. “You mean romantic or sexual partners. I... No. I have my friends...my family. There was someone, once.” He grew pensive, almost sad, his gravelly voice softening a bit. “But nothing could ever have come of it. It would have been unwise. And I...wasn't myself at the time.”
He shook his head, taking another long drink. The sweet flavour exploded across his tongue, making him forget the memories that had threatened, briefly, to drown him. “This drink is really very good, Donna. The molecules combine just so wonderfully.” He positively grinned at her, leaning closer. “Did you know angels taste the very molecules?”
Castiel still wasn't quite sure what had possessed him to offer to bring Donna here, of all places. Still, at least he could be reasonably sure there wasn't anything here that was a threat to her – to either of them. Well, unless he wanted to count the demon who owned and operated the place, of course. He had a grudging respect for Jacob, and found he didn't really consider him an immediate threat.
Pushing open the door, he held it to allow Donna to get in out of the cold before following behind her. “The Salt Lick, home of fresh pork rinds, good beer, and a comfortable atmosphere...if you can dismiss the demon lurking around,” Cas said, leaning close so he wasn't overheard by anyone else. Despite the mention of a demon – something that should be cause for concern in their world – he offered Donna a brief smile. “They serve a good local brew Dean recommended.” He didn't even bother to clarify that Dean had never been in the bar, they all would have known if he had been, because Jacob might well no longer be here at all.
He ushered her over to a table set against a wall, the same table he'd sat at the last time he'd been in. He liked it purely because it offered a clear view of nearly the entire bar, and it offered one less direction to guard, with the wall to his back. After all, he might respect Jacob, but it didn't mean he trusted him.
Mindful of hasty lessons on etiquette he'd gotten from Sam over the phone earlier in the day on the proper conduct when bringing a woman to a public establishment, Cas pulled out a chair and held it for Donna. He would push it in carefully when she sat, then take a seat across from her. “What do you think?”
DONNA--
Cas had taken her up on her offer to celebrate the twins’ homecoming – so to speak; she actually got dressed up and felt cute! Even though she was going out with an Angel and it wasn’t a date, and… dammit, she is going to look good – it was better than her cop uniform. Also she had lost a couple pounds, granted, it was the same couple pounds she had been battling with for the last month.
“Do I look skinnier?” She had asked Cas with a twirl at the door, he had given her a befuddled look – nodding only when he saw Jody nod with emphasis. That had been a good answer! The drive in his car wasn’t horribly long, which was fine, Cas wasn’t one for small talk, and she was already talking his ear off about the preparations underway for the twins.
When they parked, she followed him, stepping into the bar with a curious glance around, “it’s…” She crinkled her nose with a tilt of her head, “cute.” She looked around for the demon as she settled in her seat, it was nice to be out of the cabin. “This is the place, huh?” She looked at him, crinkling her nose again, “I feel like celebrating with a big old margarita! Fruity!” She clapped her hands, “ooh, can we have one with the umbrellas? Do they do the ones with the bucket?” She paused, flattening her lips, “I talk too much.”
JACOB--
I felt him in the vicinity before he even arrived, now attuned to the Angel, a short head's up that I will be having company, though he's not alone and by the way he's acting he seems to be on a date with that woman. I do not want to know, of all the places he could have taken her, this bar is hardly the most romantic.
I walk over to their table and I have eyes only for Donna. "Well now, aren't you the ray of sunshine to brighten up this dingy establishment." I give her my most charming smile, even though I have no illusions that Castiel wouldn't have told her what I was. It's only then that I look at the Angel and raise a brow. "What can I get you fine folks tonight?"
CASTIEL--
“Cute,” he repeated, chuckling. “I believe it leans toward...'rustic.' This is the place.” Just as she'd done, he let his eyes drift around the room, looking for either Jacob or Renard. He was surprised to note that the room was nearly empty of patrons on this particular night. He didn't immediately spot Renard, but there was Jacob, as though he'd been waiting for them.
Cas blinked, turning his full attention back to Donna as Jacob approached their table. “I'm not familiar with a...margarita,” he said, saying the unfamiliar word carefully, exactly as she did. “But if you want one, I'm sure something can be done about it.” His lips quirking fondly, he reached across the table and laid his hand over hers. “I don't believe you talk too much. You're,” he hesitated, searching for a suitably pleasing word, “passionate about life. It's not a bad thing.”
He patted her hand once or twice, then pulled his away, though the fond smile remained in place. “This...margarita. It tastes of fruit? I think I would like to try that.” What it tasted like really didn't make a lot of difference to him. For the most part, he tasted food and drink down to their component molecules, and he only indulged to fit in better with the humans he'd surrounded himself with. Still, there were a few things that sat pleasantly on his tongue, the molecules arranging in such a way as to be enjoyable. Coffee, green tea, some few beers, and, oddly, many fruits were among the things he tended to gravitate toward when he had the option.
He said nothing, at first, as Jacob spoke to Donna. While he was ready to defend her, should it become necessary, he trusted that she was capable of holding her own against Jacob's attentions. She might be female, but Castiel, unlike so many humans he'd observed, mistook female for fragile or incapable.
“Jacob, this is Donna. Donna, this is Jacob, the...owner.” Despite the nearly empty room, he wasn't going to say the word 'demon' again aloud, but he did look at her pointedly before turning his attention back to Jacob.
DONNA--
Passionate about life, Donna liked how he said that; she couldn’t help it, life was good when you could look on the bright side. She shrugged with a smile, “that’s me!” A bob of her head as she studied him, an amused little look flitting across her face – she wasn’t laughing at him, she just forgot sometimes how much he didn’t know about things. She would have to teach him. “Which fruit do you like? I’m sure I can have them whip up something.” Her eyes flicked away, then back to him, “it has tequila, and… some fruity stuff to make it fruity.”
When Jacob came over, Donna waved, “hi!” Her eyes flicked over to Castiel, she gave him a look to make sure he said some sort of greeting too. She looked back at Jacob and giggled at his words, “that’s me. All Sunshine and passionate about life!” She looked to Castiel again, a confused quirk of her eyebrows before her face showed understanding.
“Aren’t you special?” She grinned at Jacob, “we want two big things of margaritas.” She made a gesture of how big. “Oh! And some umbrellas, please.” She looked at Castiel, “oh, we might need food. Is the kitchen open?” She paused, “do you have a kitchen?” Another pause, “you know what? Pork rinds will do, you don’t need to go to all the trouble.”
JACOB--
I capture one of Donna's hands as she waves them around like some frantic hairless monkey and bring it to my lips. "As a friend of Castiel, you may have anything you wish." My eyes narrow a bit and I smile before releasing her, no point riling up the Angel by making a move on his female. "Margaritas and something special, just for you two. The place will be empty enough soon, so enjoy yourselves." I give Cas a smirk before heading back to the bar and then into the kitchen. One thing about being a Crossroads Demon, you have 'friends' all over the world. Soon enough and maybe too soon for even a real restaurant I return with a large tray, two large margaritas with fruit and umbrellas and a few other containers including sizzling fajitas with all the fixings. Maybe I went overboard, but I'm looking to impress, just a little bit. "Enjoy.." Oh and the fact that Cas' drink is fizzed up to knock even an discerning alcoholic like Crowley on his ass is a non-issue. I couldn't resist.
CASTIEL--
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, having never considered that different fruits all had different flavours to humans. Fruit had been something he'd not been able to afford during his time as a human, after all. For him, fruit was merely a collection of molecules he'd learned to call simply 'sweet.'
Castiel's suspicions were raised at Jacob's casual smirk, but he said nothing. There was no point in worrying Donna. This was supposed to be a celebration, and he didn't want anything to ruin it for her. Especially not after she'd been kind enough to include him in it. Besides, Jacob had as much riding on their deal as he did, and he didn't think the demon would risk Renard just to harm Donna in some way. Still, his eyes followed the demon as he disappeared into the kitchen, his expression thoughtful.
He reached out to pat Donna's hand again, trying to reassure her, though he wasn't even sure she'd caught the smirk the demon had flashed as he'd left. “See, he'll bring the margaritas, and we can celebrate just as you wished.” He made sure to pull a smile back onto his lips for her, something that wasn't particularly hard to do around her. Her enthusiasm, while often perplexing, was also something that spread easily to him, in his own quiet way.
When Jacob returned, Cas looked up at him, not even trying to hide the suspicion he knew burned in his eyes. But, again, with Donna there he chose to say nothing about it. “Thank you, Jacob. We appreciate you going to so much trouble,” the angel said, his attention diverted to the food and drink burdening the tray.
DONNA--
When Jacob kissed her hand, Donna blushed madly, a silly little smile darting across her lips before she giggled. “Thank you!” She put her hand on the table, amused little look as she watched Jacob leave, “are all,” she leaned in and whispered, “demons,” before leaning back, “like that? Because, boy howdy.” She woofed a bit under her breath before she settled into her seat.
“Yes! We’ll celebrate!” She knew better than saying why they were celebrating, Castiel had said the babies would be in danger for the majority of their lives. She crinkled her nose, “I can’t wait!” She pointed to the margaritas on Jacob’s tray, “that is celebration. Dean taught you this, right?” Of course the big lug taught him! She hoped.
She gasped at Jacob, “you didn’t have to go to so much trouble for us!” She pointed to the chairs, “do you want to sit with us?” Her eyes flicked to Castiel, “or…. Uh…” She waited until he handed her a margarita, “you might not want to sit here and listen to us!” She smiled as she took a sip of her drink, “oh… mmmmm. Try yours, An—Castiel.”
JACOB--
"No trouble at all, there is a little place down in New Mexico that I enjoy, I take my son there for his birthday every year." So yes, I did teleport. "I should get back, still have customers, please enjoy" with that I leave them be to return to my post keeping an eye on them from the bar.
CASTIEL--
Ah, of course, Jacob had teleported. Well, Cas decided, that probably explained the smirk. He relaxed – a bit – and nodded to the demon. “Thank you,” Cas said again, sincerely..and with a touch of gratitude that he hadn't taken Donna up on her offer to join them. While the demon could be interesting company when he was of a mood for it, he didn't want Jacob around for this particular celebration.
Castiel had hesitated in answering Donna's questions until Jacob had come and gone, just in case. He considered, then shook his head slowly. “No, most are nothing like that at all. In my life I've encountered very few that I didn't want to smite on sight.” Namely, Meg...who had been on his mind distressingly often of late. Leaving her to die like that.. Well, he could add it to his long list of sins he hoped to someday atone for. But, he thought, now was not the time for such thoughts. Donna wanted to celebrate, so that is exactly what they would do.
The angel indulged Donna, taking a sip of the impressively large drink, his eyes widening almost comically. “This... This is very sweet. I like this.” He didn't hesitate in taking another, longer drink of the margarita. “Yes, this is very pleasant.” He offered Donna a smile, absently playing with the little paper umbrella sticking out of it. “Dean has celebrated with alcohol before, but he never told me there was any that could be so....sweet.”
DONNA--
Donna didn’t understand the remark about New Mexico, but had made a mental note to ask about his son at a different time. “Thank you,” she smiled brightly at Jacob before taking another sip, a longer one this time. She closed her eyes to relish the taste, it was amazing! She should come here and drink more often, she wasn’t much for drinking – thus the fruity drinks.
She opened her eyes and crinkled her nose, “Claire told me some are downright horrible.” She shook her head, it was hard to believe there were such horrible things in the world. That’s why she was doing what she did with the Academy, so more people understood and were able to protect themselves. It had been near disastrous for her when she first encountered a monster.
Her eyes flicked over to him, a giggle came from her lips. “I told you it was good!” She pulled out her umbrella and stuck it behind her ear. “Dean is the kinda man that would say these are girl drinks.” She snorted, “like a man!” Another sip, her teeth were starting to buzz a little. “Whoo boy, he put a good kick in mine. How about yours?” A soft giggle, “so, do you…” She squinted as she tried to think of a code word for Angels, and failing, “uhhh… you know…” She gestured futilely with a hand, “you have a girlfriend?” A pause, “or a boyfriend. I’m not judging.”
CASTIEL--
Taking another long drink from his sweet, fruity margarita, her comment about Dean struck him as terribly amusing, a slightly lopsided smile blooming out over his lips and crinkling his eyes a bit. “Dean Winchester has a lot of opinions that I don't agree with.” He nodded slowly in agreement with his own statement. “He has far too many rules, and he's always telling me to remember them. As if he'd give me a chance to forget.” He huffed softly.
He'd waved off her mention of 'kick' in her drink – and in his. It would take far more than one drink to truly have any effect on him. “No, no. This is one drink. I once drank an entire liquor store. Sam didn't seem to like it. He was so annoying on the message he left.” He was, of course, rambling, but he didn't seem to realize he was.
A blink and a tilting of his head followed her inquiry. “I have you and Jody, and Sam and Dean... Oh.” His eyes widened, but he took another long drink before continuing. “You mean romantic or sexual partners. I... No. I have my friends...my family. There was someone, once.” He grew pensive, almost sad, his gravelly voice softening a bit. “But nothing could ever have come of it. It would have been unwise. And I...wasn't myself at the time.”
He shook his head, taking another long drink. The sweet flavour exploded across his tongue, making him forget the memories that had threatened, briefly, to drown him. “This drink is really very good, Donna. The molecules combine just so wonderfully.” He positively grinned at her, leaning closer. “Did you know angels taste the very molecules?”