[ He's almost sorry he asked. Cas is raw wound in Dean that he doesn't know to heal; a massive fuckup on Dean's part, because he didn't take care of the angel when he should have, he didn't do right by him, he inadvertently taught him unhealthy coping mechanisms, and now there's a whole...fucked up dynamic between them Dean doesn't know how to fix--
and he won't get the opportunity to fix. He's dead home, and Cas is not here, so all Dean is left with is regret and the knowledge that he's the one who ruined Cas- ruined what they were, what they could have been.
Doesn't matter now, does it.
Except maybe it does, because he isn't sure he knew that Cas had been here - or if he did, he'd forgotten up until now (either purposefully or due to everything that's been happening nudging it aside), and something uncomfortable twists in his chest, and he folds his arms, eyes sharp as he views Sam's little collection, his lips pressed thin. ]
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and he won't get the opportunity to fix. He's dead home, and Cas is not here, so all Dean is left with is regret and the knowledge that he's the one who ruined Cas- ruined what they were, what they could have been.
Doesn't matter now, does it.
Except maybe it does, because he isn't sure he knew that Cas had been here - or if he did, he'd forgotten up until now (either purposefully or due to everything that's been happening nudging it aside), and something uncomfortable twists in his chest, and he folds his arms, eyes sharp as he views Sam's little collection, his lips pressed thin. ]
That was nice of him.