[ Dean's sitting pretty uncomfortable now that he's got Cas' full attention finally and it shows in how he rubs his hands down the front of his jeans. ]
No, if I wanted the grunts mobilized, I think we're better off asking for volunteers. Different people, different customs, you never know what's gonna work. No, what I need is for you to remember what it's like to be part of a team because believe it or not, we're in this together.
[ which was the whole crux of the matter. They couldn't choose who they wanted, but regardless, there was a bond there, however tenuous, however nebulous, however fucked up and that was all there was to it. Breaking it, on the other hand, well... They've already tried their damndest to do that. It didn't work. ]
[ His mouth twists down into a frown. He knows there are differences in the people here, but it's all the same. Unite them under a single cause, and everyone would move. It's almost embarrassing how easy (and true) it is. Still, he remains quiet, unsure how to take what he's saying at face value. There's always more to it. Always. ]
Do you even know what you're asking? Dean-- Haven is so desperate to tear us apart. If we're together... [ It's dangerous. ]
Tell me it's what you want. [ Because he would do it. He would fall back into the fight with him, pick up where they'd left off and die for it all over again. Same rules, different mission. Castiel draws close, a few inches from him and expectant. ]
[ Except what you're asking is for Dean to be the leader. He was never very good at that. Too much responsibility, too many lives lost. It killed him each time and then he buried that too. He had a whole graveyard full of regrets and the bones just kept on piling. But he looked Cas straight in the eye, burying yet another fear, another regret with all the rest and his jaw firmed up and his gaze turned hard and he nodded. ]
Yeah, that's what I want. If we're gonna get torn apart and eaten by the crows, I think it's about time we started doing it on our terms, don't you think? Wouldn't you rather choose your death rather then just wait for it?
[ how much longer are you going to be the observer, the chronicler? Dean knew what kind of shitty life that lead to. And like Cas kept pointing out. He was no longer an angel. There was no need to keep being the guardian. He could be the friend instead. ]
[ But here, unlike in Castiel's time, he does not have to carry that burden alone. He has Sam, Jo. Others he can depend on to see it through until the end, and he... Well, he's there to pick up the pieces afterward. He tries not to laugh, finds it failing. ]
I chose it a long time ago. But if you think it will make a difference, all right - why not?
[ It's there for him to take: an offer for an offer. Castiel will put on his best front, step into the shoes of a solider long since instilled in him. What he's made for, and here is he, willing to follow Dean toward some uncertain ending.
But the thought gives him pause, eyes flicking to the other man's face and off to the side. He's not following anymore; they're planning to meet it head-on together. ]
[ And he remembered. Cas had hinted, suggested before the end. He had known he was walking to his death and he did it all for him. It ranked to high heaven and Dean's expression showed it for a brief moment. Him and the other guy had never quite gotten along. And for good reason. It just took Dean a really long time to remember why. ]
Of course it'll make a difference. Since when have the three of us ever failed when we put our minds to it, right?
[ Dean went straight for the half cocked smile, suddenly returning to his feet and dusting off his hands because, in the end, wasn't that what caused the whole bad situation for Cas and Dean in that other time? Dean had given up and then the world just fell part. It's almost scary to admit how close he got to that a second time,even a third. It chilled him straight down to his bones.
But he was smiling and to cover up the unease curling into his shoulders, he gestured randomly at the room. ]
And, since we're putting in the effort, how about we find you a better place to stay, huh? This one kind of reeks. [ not really Cas' fault, but Dean had to turn aside the moment somehow. It was getting uncomfortably close to true leadership and he wasn't a hundred percent sure he was ready for that. Not with him as he was. But he could certainly start taking steps to work on it. ]
[ Since when have they failed? Castiel has to take several long seconds to remind himself how long it's been for Dean since then, how he doesn't need to worry about the road frequently traveled because that had been seen to already. It angers him that he can be so callous and casual about it, but then again, that had always been his way.
He avoids the smile and looks anywhere but at the man moving around. He desperately wanted-- no, needed Dean to understand how this is so much more than them and him. They are being tested every second that ticks by, and what does he have to show for it? Nothing at all but his fear and the abject notion he would continue feeling this way. ]
I like it here. [ It's all he ventures to say for a while, breath slowly leveling out. Then, softly: ] I feel it's unwise to linger in that building longer than necessary.
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No, if I wanted the grunts mobilized, I think we're better off asking for volunteers. Different people, different customs, you never know what's gonna work. No, what I need is for you to remember what it's like to be part of a team because believe it or not, we're in this together.
[ which was the whole crux of the matter. They couldn't choose who they wanted, but regardless, there was a bond there, however tenuous, however nebulous, however fucked up and that was all there was to it. Breaking it, on the other hand, well... They've already tried their damndest to do that. It didn't work. ]
[ action ]
Do you even know what you're asking? Dean-- Haven is so desperate to tear us apart. If we're together... [ It's dangerous. ]
Tell me it's what you want. [ Because he would do it. He would fall back into the fight with him, pick up where they'd left off and die for it all over again. Same rules, different mission. Castiel draws close, a few inches from him and expectant. ]
[ action ]
Yeah, that's what I want. If we're gonna get torn apart and eaten by the crows, I think it's about time we started doing it on our terms, don't you think? Wouldn't you rather choose your death rather then just wait for it?
[ how much longer are you going to be the observer, the chronicler? Dean knew what kind of shitty life that lead to. And like Cas kept pointing out. He was no longer an angel. There was no need to keep being the guardian. He could be the friend instead. ]
[ action ]
I chose it a long time ago. But if you think it will make a difference, all right - why not?
[ It's there for him to take: an offer for an offer. Castiel will put on his best front, step into the shoes of a solider long since instilled in him. What he's made for, and here is he, willing to follow Dean toward some uncertain ending.
But the thought gives him pause, eyes flicking to the other man's face and off to the side. He's not following anymore; they're planning to meet it head-on together. ]
[ action ]
Of course it'll make a difference. Since when have the three of us ever failed when we put our minds to it, right?
[ Dean went straight for the half cocked smile, suddenly returning to his feet and dusting off his hands because, in the end, wasn't that what caused the whole bad situation for Cas and Dean in that other time? Dean had given up and then the world just fell part. It's almost scary to admit how close he got to that a second time,even a third. It chilled him straight down to his bones.
But he was smiling and to cover up the unease curling into his shoulders, he gestured randomly at the room. ]
And, since we're putting in the effort, how about we find you a better place to stay, huh? This one kind of reeks. [ not really Cas' fault, but Dean had to turn aside the moment somehow. It was getting uncomfortably close to true leadership and he wasn't a hundred percent sure he was ready for that. Not with him as he was. But he could certainly start taking steps to work on it. ]
[ action ]
He avoids the smile and looks anywhere but at the man moving around. He desperately wanted-- no, needed Dean to understand how this is so much more than them and him. They are being tested every second that ticks by, and what does he have to show for it? Nothing at all but his fear and the abject notion he would continue feeling this way. ]
I like it here. [ It's all he ventures to say for a while, breath slowly leveling out. Then, softly: ] I feel it's unwise to linger in that building longer than necessary.