[ They are not the same. Castiel knows that, no matter what they suffer through, it will never be as it was, and he doesn't think he owes Dean that explanation. Except... The question draws him up short, and he turns enough so that he faces him head-on, eyes level with his face. ]
Things were different then, Dean. I-- [ I missed you. Because he'd been his best friend, his only connection to a world he had found both fascinating and confusing. And he had changed. Staring at him like this is like staring at a ghost, the painful reminder of his failure. ] What use am I to you here?
[ It's softly spoken, afraid to know. How Dean doesn't need him because he has Sam. He has family, and the truth of it is, Castiel doesn't even have that. Fleeting glimpses of his brothers and sisters who always, always abandon him and leave. ]
[ action ] no never!!
Things were different then, Dean. I-- [ I missed you. Because he'd been his best friend, his only connection to a world he had found both fascinating and confusing. And he had changed. Staring at him like this is like staring at a ghost, the painful reminder of his failure. ] What use am I to you here?
[ It's softly spoken, afraid to know. How Dean doesn't need him because he has Sam. He has family, and the truth of it is, Castiel doesn't even have that. Fleeting glimpses of his brothers and sisters who always, always abandon him and leave. ]