[ There is it. So very black and white, no details or necessary explanations because, as far as he is concerned, there need to be none at all. It had been so much easier to understand each other years ago, when he'd been an angel and Dean a man. Now, not so much close friends as they are leader and follower, it's much too complicated to put at ease.
Not entirely mindful of the dirt or the proximity, Castiel shifts and drops to a knee for better leverage. So he can look at him closely, an attempt to read what he can no longer truly see. ]
He will come back.
[ It's not reassuring. It's not even kind. It's as simple a fact as the one Dean had given him, though he's offering more to him by stretching out a hand and gently placing it over those tight in his lap. ]
action.
Not entirely mindful of the dirt or the proximity, Castiel shifts and drops to a knee for better leverage. So he can look at him closely, an attempt to read what he can no longer truly see. ]
He will come back.
[ It's not reassuring. It's not even kind. It's as simple a fact as the one Dean had given him, though he's offering more to him by stretching out a hand and gently placing it over those tight in his lap. ]