[ ah yes, words. forever their downfall. they don't need an eyefuck or empathy bond to get this communication down, and manage to stumble through it with only middling levels of awkwardness. ]
Oh. [ Cas nods, like he's just received an interesting update on a case, but that awkwardness gradually pulls into a warm, soft, mild smile. ] Good. I'm glad I could be here for it.
[ rather than review it by proxy through dean's memories. whoever's messing with his mind - naomi or chuck or someone else entirely - will have to pry this bright spark of memory from him. it's a hearth spreading life through a man who'd been resigned to an afterlife of hell and regret, still not quite able to believe it completely. ]
I am sorry, Dean. [ he shifts, shuffling from dean's side to the front of him, a hand reaching out to briefly skim over his forearm, urge to touch and comfort swelling up in him. it's a complicated mess in his head right now, with hesitant excitement hinged on dreading joy - happier than he has any right to be but terrified of when the other shoe may drop. ] There's nothing I would trade my time with you for.
[ aside from, you know, keeping you alive to save the world (or keeping Jack alive to also save the world). clearly he traded that, but that doesn't seem like it should qualify. besides, they just made an agreement for no more self-sacrifices, so it's all off the table anyway (hahahaisittho). ]
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Oh. [ Cas nods, like he's just received an interesting update on a case, but that awkwardness gradually pulls into a warm, soft, mild smile. ] Good. I'm glad I could be here for it.
[ rather than review it by proxy through dean's memories. whoever's messing with his mind - naomi or chuck or someone else entirely - will have to pry this bright spark of memory from him. it's a hearth spreading life through a man who'd been resigned to an afterlife of hell and regret, still not quite able to believe it completely. ]
I am sorry, Dean. [ he shifts, shuffling from dean's side to the front of him, a hand reaching out to briefly skim over his forearm, urge to touch and comfort swelling up in him. it's a complicated mess in his head right now, with hesitant excitement hinged on dreading joy - happier than he has any right to be but terrified of when the other shoe may drop. ] There's nothing I would trade my time with you for.
[ aside from, you know, keeping you alive to save the world (or keeping Jack alive to also save the world). clearly he traded that, but that doesn't seem like it should qualify. besides, they just made an agreement for no more self-sacrifices, so it's all off the table anyway (hahahaisittho). ]