[ Of all things, he recognizes that look, and maybe he should be glad for it. That Dean has found something else to strive for, another plan that might be better than his own--even if he hadn't quite tested the theory yet. Castiel didn't have an issue tossing the angel to his death if it came to it; going against Lucifer was bound to cause that anyhow. But--
Well. He can't quite help it now, reaching out to touch Dean anywhere he can. His fingers settle on his wrist, slipping around it easily just for the sake of contact. It's difficult to think when it's all he's really wanted to do since he'd dragged himself in from the rain. ]
There's nothing wrong with the way you are.
[ Not to Castiel, not really. They are who they are because of the things they've done, and it's not going to change how they're perceived. If the older Castiel had understood that, perhaps he wouldn't have been so harsh with either of them. Then again, an angel was a stranger to sympathy for things they did not understand.
He strokes his thumb along the underside, looking at him. ]
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Well. He can't quite help it now, reaching out to touch Dean anywhere he can. His fingers settle on his wrist, slipping around it easily just for the sake of contact. It's difficult to think when it's all he's really wanted to do since he'd dragged himself in from the rain. ]
There's nothing wrong with the way you are.
[ Not to Castiel, not really. They are who they are because of the things they've done, and it's not going to change how they're perceived. If the older Castiel had understood that, perhaps he wouldn't have been so harsh with either of them. Then again, an angel was a stranger to sympathy for things they did not understand.
He strokes his thumb along the underside, looking at him. ]
If he listens, what are you going to do?