[ Castiel collects the pebbles that he's won, and shuffles the cards again efficiently, finally turfing down the five cards of the river and handing two each off the top of the deck to each of them. This time his hand isn't marvelous. There's not much to be done with a two of hearts and a nine of hearts. Even so, he gives Dean a glance as he waits for him to decide what to do. ]
I wanted to ask...
[ His confidence faltered, just slightly. It was a big, scary topic. If he remembered visiting Dean's dream, then maybe Dean remembered visiting his own. Both had been unpleasant. But more than that, it was admitting that some part of the horrors Dean had seen had been part of Castiel and not just his own imagination. Castiel had killed him. ]
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I wanted to ask...
[ His confidence faltered, just slightly. It was a big, scary topic. If he remembered visiting Dean's dream, then maybe Dean remembered visiting his own. Both had been unpleasant. But more than that, it was admitting that some part of the horrors Dean had seen had been part of Castiel and not just his own imagination. Castiel had killed him. ]
Do you remember any of your dreams?