[ Everything in him wants to ask what. All this time, through the things that separate them, and he still yearns for Dean's approval. He still needs it, still wants to do the right thing even if the road they travel has been nothing but cruelty and suffering. It's a difficult existence when you've seen what makes the insides of a person and still can't fit them back together after they've shattered to pieces. Perhaps it's because he'd never been strong enough to do so in the first place; temptation and curiosity had been his downfall. Love. They may never agree or see eye-to-eye, but there is no doubt that that has always been there for Castiel. He wouldn't have stayed with him if it hadn't been.
He'd once told Dean that they were family, that they were friends and that he needed him. He does, and he might always, even when the last of what holds them to each other crumbles to dust.
Castiel feels himself giving in, sighing and taking hold of Dean's hand better. Tighter. He leads him through the short space between rooms and into his, arm going around him if he needs it. If he happens to stumble, he's simply there for support. He doesn't make a scene or accuse him of being an idiot--which he is, of that there is no doubt. And once they're inside, shut out from the world, he takes him to his bed and finally speaks. ]
I hate it too. [ If he's being honest. ] But there are some things that make it tolerable.
[ Like him and Evelynn and sometimes Sam. People he would have lost or never knew if it weren't for being here. ]
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He'd once told Dean that they were family, that they were friends and that he needed him. He does, and he might always, even when the last of what holds them to each other crumbles to dust.
Castiel feels himself giving in, sighing and taking hold of Dean's hand better. Tighter. He leads him through the short space between rooms and into his, arm going around him if he needs it. If he happens to stumble, he's simply there for support. He doesn't make a scene or accuse him of being an idiot--which he is, of that there is no doubt. And once they're inside, shut out from the world, he takes him to his bed and finally speaks. ]
I hate it too. [ If he's being honest. ] But there are some things that make it tolerable.
[ Like him and Evelynn and sometimes Sam. People he would have lost or never knew if it weren't for being here. ]