[ He repeats it again, bitterness in the words as he pulls his eyes up just enough to look at her hand. He can feel the warmth, and maybe, at one time, it might have been comforting. But he doesn't feel comforted by this. He doesn't feel comforted by her, and he wonders if that's wrong.
If he's wrong.
Castiel takes a breath, and his entire body shudders. ]
He asked me, and I couldn't-- I didn't want to leave him there. [ And then, he's really looking at her. To her, through her. ] ... what should I do?
[ Because chances are he's going to come back, but beyond that? Castiel has no direction, is lost standing there with Fatima. He doesn't want to think about telling Sam either. He feels sick. ]
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[ He repeats it again, bitterness in the words as he pulls his eyes up just enough to look at her hand. He can feel the warmth, and maybe, at one time, it might have been comforting. But he doesn't feel comforted by this. He doesn't feel comforted by her, and he wonders if that's wrong.
If he's wrong.
Castiel takes a breath, and his entire body shudders. ]
He asked me, and I couldn't-- I didn't want to leave him there. [ And then, he's really looking at her. To her, through her. ] ... what should I do?
[ Because chances are he's going to come back, but beyond that? Castiel has no direction, is lost standing there with Fatima. He doesn't want to think about telling Sam either. He feels sick. ]