[ maybe he just doesn't know how to trust anymore. he'd placed some faith in sam, had dug it up from somewhere only to find out about sam's dates with the devil. ]

Has a deal with Lucifer. Hangs out with him, is gettin' friendly with him but that's alright, 'cause he won't say yes, he--

[ he sucks in a breath, sound pained like he's finding out about it all over again. ]

He lied, he said-- it's all going just like last time, Cas, he'll end up right where I lost him.

[ the bottle falls then, shattering on the floor in tiny pieces of glass, the insides staining the floor. but dean doesn't budge, just lingers there without looking at cas anymore, eyes downcast somewhere else as he tries to get the words out. how he could have been so fucking stupid to believe sam, to ever let him out of his sight is beyond dean.

if anything, maybe it means he's meant to lose him no matter what. ]