dean glares at him for a moment, lets the bitter anger wash over him and drive his actions like it's so easy to let. sam would have said the same, would have kept up the lies if dean hadn't found out about them. and cas could be doing the same.
could be, would be, maybe, he doesn't know-- ]
How do I know I can trust you.
[ it's said eventually, with the same weariness that sags cas' body, he feels it weigh him down, too. this is all becoming too much, and he has no idea what to do anymore. he doesn't let up though, just sways there for a moment, the burn of alcohol numbing his mind despite his best efforts to concentrate.
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dean glares at him for a moment, lets the bitter anger wash over him and drive his actions like it's so easy to let. sam would have said the same, would have kept up the lies if dean hadn't found out about them. and cas could be doing the same.
could be, would be, maybe, he doesn't know-- ]
How do I know I can trust you.
[ it's said eventually, with the same weariness that sags cas' body, he feels it weigh him down, too. this is all becoming too much, and he has no idea what to do anymore. he doesn't let up though, just sways there for a moment, the burn of alcohol numbing his mind despite his best efforts to concentrate.
at least the statement gets a huff of a laugh. ]
No, no-- but Sam's another story.