[She whets her lips, her fingers flexing slightly. In any other world, in any other situation, she would immediately be skeptical. But the pieces fit into place far too easily.]
They got him.
[She nods slightly. Odds are, this is the jackass Dean. Which leads her easily to the next statement.]
It's probably what he would have wanted you to do.
[And what he would have done, had their positions been reversed. Hell, it's what he would have done to any random stranger, most likely. But she bites back that particular bit of commentary.
She squeezes her fingers together, the flames dying out. By the time she reaches out to put a hand on Cas's shoulder, her fingers are warm to the touch, but not scalding.]
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They got him.
[She nods slightly. Odds are, this is the jackass Dean. Which leads her easily to the next statement.]
It's probably what he would have wanted you to do.
[And what he would have done, had their positions been reversed. Hell, it's what he would have done to any random stranger, most likely. But she bites back that particular bit of commentary.
She squeezes her fingers together, the flames dying out. By the time she reaches out to put a hand on Cas's shoulder, her fingers are warm to the touch, but not scalding.]
You know that, right?