Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
Castiel took the again offered joint, and fast learner that he was did nothing that needed correcting or caused coughing the time. He was clearly relaxed enough already to offer a thin tilt of his lips into his version of a smile before passing the thing on again and threading his fingers into the material of Dean's shirt.
"Yeah," Scud answered for everyone else, because he'd never had much boundary with talking, and why not? There was always room for one more. Man, that was weird. But why the fuck not. "We all got space."