[ If he runs, what good will it do? He would end up the same as he'd always been - a coward who refused to stand firm and fix the mistakes he had made. Even if they are Dean's, he refuses to turn from him. Now, more than ever, he needs a friend, and Castiel finds some reassurance in that.
He sits for a while in the silence, gaze rolling over the stones and the particular quietness of the place. Perhaps it's meant to be peaceful, soothing. Yet, there is nothing but tarnished memories in a place like this, and what little he has to offer is already tumbling around in his head to no avail. He wants... to explain so much to him. To say that Sam would forgive him, that he simply had no understanding of what it is they'd lived through.
Yet, he doesn't know that to be true. It's all uncertainty. ]
I know.
[ He means he's sorry. Sorry for failing, for being useless, for not being there when he needed him. For so many other things that he could have prevented if he'd only been strong enough, capable enough. He'd allowed his best friend to become... this. He'd allowed himself to become this. Castiel swallows hard, hesitant but sure as he places his hand on Dean's forearm.
The touch is light, the squeeze even lighter. But it's there, and it's all he can give. ]
action.
He sits for a while in the silence, gaze rolling over the stones and the particular quietness of the place. Perhaps it's meant to be peaceful, soothing. Yet, there is nothing but tarnished memories in a place like this, and what little he has to offer is already tumbling around in his head to no avail. He wants... to explain so much to him. To say that Sam would forgive him, that he simply had no understanding of what it is they'd lived through.
Yet, he doesn't know that to be true. It's all uncertainty. ]
I know.
[ He means he's sorry. Sorry for failing, for being useless, for not being there when he needed him. For so many other things that he could have prevented if he'd only been strong enough, capable enough. He'd allowed his best friend to become... this. He'd allowed himself to become this. Castiel swallows hard, hesitant but sure as he places his hand on Dean's forearm.
The touch is light, the squeeze even lighter. But it's there, and it's all he can give. ]