[ If he has to roll his eyes again, he fears they might fall out of his head. So what if the angel is impatient? Obviously he couldn't understand if he has to explain. Castiel doesn't realize he's confusing everything he'd said last night, or he would have corrected him. Dean's gone, yes, but it has nothing to do with Michael (apparently) and that's all there is to it. In addition to the topic of their grace. All that power, and he won't share it with him, won't fix what had simply fallen away from him when the angels had deserted their posts. He draws in a breath, quiet and forcing the harsh tone of his voice away. ]
Yes. [ He'd lost track of it last night though. ] I want your grace.
[ It's not about giving this body that's entirely his to the angel as a spare vessel. It's not about anything else but selfish reasons that stem from a purpose (or lack thereof). He's upfront about it to save the complications; if he'd had it from the beginning, perhaps Dean would still be here. Maybe all the mistakes he's made wouldn't have been so... great. Castiel looks to the angel and offers nothing else. ]
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Yes. [ He'd lost track of it last night though. ] I want your grace.
[ It's not about giving this body that's entirely his to the angel as a spare vessel. It's not about anything else but selfish reasons that stem from a purpose (or lack thereof). He's upfront about it to save the complications; if he'd had it from the beginning, perhaps Dean would still be here. Maybe all the mistakes he's made wouldn't have been so... great. Castiel looks to the angel and offers nothing else. ]