heraldingangel: (Confused: Weaned from timidity)
ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕝 ([personal profile] heraldingangel) wrote 2020-11-14 07:40 pm (UTC)

[ There's a dissonance here. A miscommunication. Where Dean considers his counterpart broken, Castiel does not. He's different in obvious ways but the ones that matter - the ones that make him him - are still there. He's seen it. How deeply he cares. Lay witness to his grief only a week ago not to know when he watched over him on that first night of Dean's death. It was enough to cement a truth he'd always known when Dean talked about sacrificing him to kill Lucifer. It wasn't a sacrifice but mercy. They both knew that now.

The disappointment he expects and tackles it head-on. What he doesn't expect is Dean's reaction. Not disappointment but an emotion he can't quite pinpoint. One he quickly sets aside the moment he breaks out into a coughing fit that has him struggling for air. ]


Dean? [ Why does he sound like - ] Are you sick?

[ Worry takes over and he's hovering because he can't do anything else. He knew what it meant to be sick, felt the weakness, nausea, and all the little aches that piled up that soured the experience. Was that what he was feeling now? Why was he out in the cold then? The nightmares, his mind supplies which only adds to a sense of guilt lodged deep inside. ]

Yes, I was at the fire station. [ He answers, before letting his concern take voice. ] Do you need to go inside?

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