there was a we once, but cas falling back into his 'classes,' didn't fall under 'we' for dean. he agrees that wasn't a person. but even then when he needed him, dean could count on him. he let him have his distractions, what did he care. he had his own.
dean pulled himself out long before that. he took charge. he had to. or, thought he had to. )
Maybe. ( maybe they were.
he studies the bottle in his hand, tearing at the label little by little. ) But, you powered down and we lost our numbers. I never blamed you and it didn't happen like that, but things changed. ( and one thing he never got through dean's head. ) I changed. I had to.
( he became more brutal, more thankless. unfeeling. uncaring. he put it all aside, even them, all to win the war. a war cas was a casualty of. )
[ maybe dean doesn't understand what he's saying. maybe he never will. but that's just how things have to be, or maybe dean will keep changing, like humans do, and one day, inexplicably, figure it all out.
he touches the counter top with his fingertips, smearing the condensation in invisible patterns. ]
We'll figure it out, like you said. But I'm still worried about Cas.
[ he looks at dean askance, and doesn't look away. ]
There's, uh, a detail I've been leaving out about his situation. You might've figured it out already, but...
( he furrows his brow. because, he's tired of riddles and things he can't live up to. which is everyone. how could he. he set such a shit example. and now he's here. he did what he thought was right. and where are they now. )
Jesus, Cas, what else. He gonna wake up powerless, too? What?
( he lost Dean. his Dean. isn't that bad enough, he assumes. )
[ though an expression passes over his face that says, i hope. he's heard stories of people waking up after living years of their lives in their own worlds, and he supposes that, too, is a possibility.
but it's only a possibility. ]
It's just. You said that we've lost people before. He'll move on. But— Dean and him were together. Not just contracted, they'd been together for more than a year. Cas was— [ castiel looks down and away, then. fearful that too much might show on his face, though he knows dean's already got him dead to rights. ] He got what he wanted. A life with Dean. They had a home. And now it's gone. And I know, from what he told me, that he won't get that where he comes from. It's just not possible.
He lost everything.
[ it's an echo. a reiteration. but he thinks it bears repeating. ]
So, uh. Maybe... tread carefully. Y'know. When he wakes up.
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Date: 2024-10-11 08:49 am (UTC)( he lets him keep talking though.
there was a we once, but cas falling back into his 'classes,' didn't fall under 'we' for dean. he agrees that wasn't a person. but even then when he needed him, dean could count on him. he let him have his distractions, what did he care. he had his own.
dean pulled himself out long before that. he took charge. he had to. or, thought he had to. )
Maybe. ( maybe they were.
he studies the bottle in his hand, tearing at the label little by little. ) But, you powered down and we lost our numbers. I never blamed you and it didn't happen like that, but things changed. ( and one thing he never got through dean's head. ) I changed. I had to.
( he became more brutal, more thankless. unfeeling. uncaring. he put it all aside, even them, all to win the war. a war cas was a casualty of. )
That time? It was all real.
( including how bad it got. )
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Date: 2024-10-11 10:19 am (UTC)[ maybe dean doesn't understand what he's saying. maybe he never will. but that's just how things have to be, or maybe dean will keep changing, like humans do, and one day, inexplicably, figure it all out.
he touches the counter top with his fingertips, smearing the condensation in invisible patterns. ]
We'll figure it out, like you said. But I'm still worried about Cas.
[ he looks at dean askance, and doesn't look away. ]
There's, uh, a detail I've been leaving out about his situation. You might've figured it out already, but...
[ maybe not. ]
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Date: 2024-10-11 06:08 pm (UTC)Jesus, Cas, what else. He gonna wake up powerless, too? What?
( he lost Dean. his Dean. isn't that bad enough, he assumes. )
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Date: 2024-10-11 06:15 pm (UTC)[ though an expression passes over his face that says, i hope. he's heard stories of people waking up after living years of their lives in their own worlds, and he supposes that, too, is a possibility.
but it's only a possibility. ]
It's just. You said that we've lost people before. He'll move on. But— Dean and him were together. Not just contracted, they'd been together for more than a year. Cas was— [ castiel looks down and away, then. fearful that too much might show on his face, though he knows dean's already got him dead to rights. ] He got what he wanted. A life with Dean. They had a home. And now it's gone. And I know, from what he told me, that he won't get that where he comes from. It's just not possible.
He lost everything.
[ it's an echo. a reiteration. but he thinks it bears repeating. ]
So, uh. Maybe... tread carefully. Y'know. When he wakes up.