[ Castiel knew he'd pushed back too hard, gone too far by bringing up the past, and that he'd upset Dean as a result. They had been pushing after all, back and forth. But this felt miserable, like he was giving up; giving up on his own ability to help, or giving up on Castiel. It didn't matter which. Castiel was reminded of Lucifer's words, that what he was doing to them wasn't worthy of them, that he was petty and childish, thrashing about in his pain and doing nothing to try and make it better.
It would take more than watching Dean's agony to piece him back together, but oh, he was trying. The fact that they'd discussed any of this at all was testament to that. ]
What do you want to do? [ He asked. He wasn't the one hiding in the game this time, Dean was, and Castiel was going to be kind enough to let him. ]
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It would take more than watching Dean's agony to piece him back together, but oh, he was trying. The fact that they'd discussed any of this at all was testament to that. ]
What do you want to do? [ He asked. He wasn't the one hiding in the game this time, Dean was, and Castiel was going to be kind enough to let him. ]