[ He doesn't know whether or not he's supposed to be grateful that Dean is letting him go. It's over. Their mission, the one singular goal they had strived to finish for years. But Castiel had put that aside the moment he'd woken to the sound of a train and had found himself here. It's a twisted afterlife, riddled with doubt and guilt and the pain of living. This isn't what it's supposed to be, and fate or not, he'd chosen this.
Once again, he moves, but it's not until Dean looks away, can't seem to hold his gaze as he'd used to. There's no comment about it, understanding in the way he lowers himself and sits beside him. Castiel is aware how their shoulders touch, but it's not more than that, having taken back his hand to rest them both in his lap. ]
You called, and I came. I won't leave you, Dean.
[ As it has always been, and he will not change it now. It's an echo of an old promise buried beneath death and blood, but it is one he will keep until he couldn't possibly anymore. ]
action.
Once again, he moves, but it's not until Dean looks away, can't seem to hold his gaze as he'd used to. There's no comment about it, understanding in the way he lowers himself and sits beside him. Castiel is aware how their shoulders touch, but it's not more than that, having taken back his hand to rest them both in his lap. ]
You called, and I came. I won't leave you, Dean.
[ As it has always been, and he will not change it now. It's an echo of an old promise buried beneath death and blood, but it is one he will keep until he couldn't possibly anymore. ]