Castiel nodded, taking one more moment to crouch beside the table and study its surface at eye-level before he set up for his shot.
He mimicked Sam's posture with eerie accuracy, frowning slightly as he took careful aim and shot, sinking two balls on his first try, three on his second, and missing one on the third by only a hair's breadth.
"My apologies," he said to Bobby, straightening up and reaching for a shot of firewhiskey, "the table's surface isn't quite as perfectly uniform as it appears."
He tossed back the shot, and blinked in surprise. The stuff had a burn to it, much more pronounced than what he was used to. He gave the shotglass a nonplused look and set it down, waiting for Dean to take his turn.
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Date: 2011-03-06 09:47 pm (UTC)He mimicked Sam's posture with eerie accuracy, frowning slightly as he took careful aim and shot, sinking two balls on his first try, three on his second, and missing one on the third by only a hair's breadth.
"My apologies," he said to Bobby, straightening up and reaching for a shot of firewhiskey, "the table's surface isn't quite as perfectly uniform as it appears."
He tossed back the shot, and blinked in surprise. The stuff had a burn to it, much more pronounced than what he was used to. He gave the shotglass a nonplused look and set it down, waiting for Dean to take his turn.