[ Castiel knows himself better than anyone. He knows his ticks, his way of thinking. The tortured thoughts that spun round and round in his head driving him to action. The specifics may be a mystery still, but he doesn't need to touch them to know he's struck a chord.
The only question that remains is - why? Why was he torturing himself? He understands the pain of falling. Of losing faith in everything he's ever believed in. He lived it.
But he also got up and continued forward because he had Sam and Dean. And Bobby. His broken family that meant more to him than the place he'd called home since his creation. Did losing Sam the final straw? Did it break him?
A question for another time. He didn't mean to push him, he only said what he saw. For now, he'll let that thread fall between them and picks up another. ]
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The only question that remains is - why? Why was he torturing himself? He understands the pain of falling. Of losing faith in everything he's ever believed in. He lived it.
But he also got up and continued forward because he had Sam and Dean. And Bobby. His broken family that meant more to him than the place he'd called home since his creation. Did losing Sam the final straw? Did it break him?
A question for another time. He didn't mean to push him, he only said what he saw. For now, he'll let that thread fall between them and picks up another. ]
Who says I haven't?