[ It's a place he's always avoided merely because there had been no purpose for him to go, though he knows its whereabouts and could easily find it without so much as looking where it is he's going. Castiel manages it at a rather even pace until it comes into focus. It's not difficult to see him sitting there, waiting.
Waiting and lost.
He observes for a solid minute or two, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he considers what it is he should say. Some part of him is angry at Dean. He's been angry since their fight on the dock, but it had bled into something else entirely after a while. Something he doesn't have a name for. So, when he finally approaches him, he thinks it best not to say anything at all.
Crouching beside him, Castiel's eyes focus on his face before dropping away to look elsewhere. Silent. ]
action.
Waiting and lost.
He observes for a solid minute or two, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he considers what it is he should say. Some part of him is angry at Dean. He's been angry since their fight on the dock, but it had bled into something else entirely after a while. Something he doesn't have a name for. So, when he finally approaches him, he thinks it best not to say anything at all.
Crouching beside him, Castiel's eyes focus on his face before dropping away to look elsewhere. Silent. ]