[ Castiel has asked himself that very question the other times they interacted. Despite everything, his future self seemed to find every possible reason to hate his past, resenting him in ways the angel can't fathom. The angel's perception is cosmic, yet almost childlike... logical to the point of insensitivity. He's a strange blend of innocence and bullheadedness, and he often wonders what those five years held for him that resulted in such bitterness. ]
Because you still, as you put it... need fixing.
[ Castiel pulls up a chair, arranging his overcoat as he settles into it and leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees. He gives him a long, expectant look, until finally: ]
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Because you still, as you put it... need fixing.
[ Castiel pulls up a chair, arranging his overcoat as he settles into it and leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees. He gives him a long, expectant look, until finally: ]
...We need to talk.