[ It wouldn't have to be if he cooperated, if he tried. Is it because he's scared to test the theory? Or is it that he cares so little for himself that he'd allow Castiel to continue in his misery without so much as a gesture of goodwill? He doesn't know which is worse now: feeling as if some other part of yourself can't stand you or is simply medicating you to shut you up.
He takes one glance at them, staring at the label and feeling... angry. Offended. Castiel unwinds himself and reaches out as if to take them before hitting the angel's hand to knock them onto the floor. ]
Don't try that with me, Castiel. [ His tone is sharp. ] I know you better than anyone else. It's not going to work.
[ Being dismissed or ignored. He's not going to sit back and accept it any longer. ] Consider it - that's all I ask.
[ Castiel lifts his eyes toward the ceiling, irritation plain on his face despite having a limited range of expressions to begin with. The bottle clatters to some dark corner of the room and he makes no effort to retrieve it.
It's not that he doesn't care. One doesn't tuck someone into bed and bring them cold breakfast because they are indifferent about someone's well-being. Castiel is just not well equipped to handle what appears to him to be a worst case scenario -- a human him and a broken version at that. ]
You need help. And I -- I don't know how to give it to you. [ Castiel announces, his tone hardened with frustration but he at least levels his gaze down on him. ] I wouldn't even know where to begin this... this experiment of yours.
[ He had been for a while now. Granted, most of it had been a rather inebriated excuse that did not warrant any real understanding, but they are here now, together in his room and speaking on - what he wishes to be - equal terms. Castiel shifts so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed this time, leaning forward and dropping his voice as if it's some great secret that no one else should overhear despite being the only ones in the room. ] We try until we find a way. There is no right or wrong if it's never been done before, and we can use that to our advantage.
[ Besides, the starting point is easy: the angel's grace. Everything else is just trial and error. ]
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He takes one glance at them, staring at the label and feeling... angry. Offended. Castiel unwinds himself and reaches out as if to take them before hitting the angel's hand to knock them onto the floor. ]
Don't try that with me, Castiel. [ His tone is sharp. ] I know you better than anyone else. It's not going to work.
[ Being dismissed or ignored. He's not going to sit back and accept it any longer. ] Consider it - that's all I ask.
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It's not that he doesn't care. One doesn't tuck someone into bed and bring them
coldbreakfast because they are indifferent about someone's well-being. Castiel is just not well equipped to handle what appears to him to be a worst case scenario -- a human him and a broken version at that. ]You need help. And I -- I don't know how to give it to you. [ Castiel announces, his tone hardened with frustration but he at least levels his gaze down on him. ] I wouldn't even know where to begin this... this experiment of yours.
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[ He had been for a while now. Granted, most of it had been a rather inebriated excuse that did not warrant any real understanding, but they are here now, together in his room and speaking on - what he wishes to be - equal terms. Castiel shifts so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed this time, leaning forward and dropping his voice as if it's some great secret that no one else should overhear despite being the only ones in the room. ] We try until we find a way. There is no right or wrong if it's never been done before, and we can use that to our advantage.
[ Besides, the starting point is easy: the angel's grace. Everything else is just trial and error. ]