[Castiel also looks away, taking in the decrepit state of the office they find themselves in. He has so many questions and so much he wants to say, but he doesn't know how to say it; he doesn't know how to approach that same subject he once broached defiantly in order to save Dean's life.
Every few seconds, he finds a way to sneak in a glance at Dean, over his shoulder, or out of the corner of his eyes. For now, he'll be content with just getting to see Dean again, no matter how much he yearns.]
Maybe you don't give yourself enough credit, Dean, even now. I don't count Metatron's 'gift.' He gave it to me out of spite.
[Tiptoeing through the garden, as one does when one, a celestial being, suddenly has to face the consequences of one's own actions.]
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[Castiel also looks away, taking in the decrepit state of the office they find themselves in. He has so many questions and so much he wants to say, but he doesn't know how to say it; he doesn't know how to approach that same subject he once broached defiantly in order to save Dean's life.
Every few seconds, he finds a way to sneak in a glance at Dean, over his shoulder, or out of the corner of his eyes. For now, he'll be content with just getting to see Dean again, no matter how much he yearns.]
Maybe you don't give yourself enough credit, Dean, even now. I don't count Metatron's 'gift.' He gave it to me out of spite.
[Tiptoeing through the garden, as one does when one, a celestial being, suddenly has to face the consequences of one's own actions.]