[ His mouth twists down into a frown. He knows there are differences in the people here, but it's all the same. Unite them under a single cause, and everyone would move. It's almost embarrassing how easy (and true) it is. Still, he remains quiet, unsure how to take what he's saying at face value. There's always more to it. Always. ]

Do you even know what you're asking? Dean-- Haven is so desperate to tear us apart. If we're together... [ It's dangerous. ]

Tell me it's what you want. [ Because he would do it. He would fall back into the fight with him, pick up where they'd left off and die for it all over again. Same rules, different mission. Castiel draws close, a few inches from him and expectant. ]