[ castiel hums thoughtfully, still lost in his own mind, in his own memory, all the warm things tangled up with the painful things, confusing and bittersweet. distantly he's aware that dean is trying to be kind, that he's tiptoeing around what he's identified as a sensitive subject. for all dean sometimes seems thickheaded and obtuse, he really isn't, he's sharp and smart and very god at reading people, and reading atmospheres, and reacting accordingly. it's why it's that much more infuriating when he's being a pain in the ass, because you know he's almost always doing it entirely, one hundred percent on purpose.
he's thankful for it now, though, because dean never pushes too far, never asks for more than he is willing to give, and right now castiel isn't willing to give any more than he already has. someday, maybe, he'll talk about her. he hasn't talked to anyone about meg. not really. not in the ways that he should.
but he sighs as last, drinking from his beer and dropping his elbow, stretching out at last fully over the blanket, turned onto his back to watch the skies. a meteor flies overhead, a quick streak of light gone almost as soon as it appears. ]
At any rate, for now I can content myself with this. [ a beat. ] Thank you for coming with me, Dean.
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[ castiel hums thoughtfully, still lost in his own mind, in his own memory, all the warm things tangled up with the painful things, confusing and bittersweet. distantly he's aware that dean is trying to be kind, that he's tiptoeing around what he's identified as a sensitive subject. for all dean sometimes seems thickheaded and obtuse, he really isn't, he's sharp and smart and very god at reading people, and reading atmospheres, and reacting accordingly. it's why it's that much more infuriating when he's being a pain in the ass, because you know he's almost always doing it entirely, one hundred percent on purpose.
he's thankful for it now, though, because dean never pushes too far, never asks for more than he is willing to give, and right now castiel isn't willing to give any more than he already has. someday, maybe, he'll talk about her. he hasn't talked to anyone about meg. not really. not in the ways that he should.
but he sighs as last, drinking from his beer and dropping his elbow, stretching out at last fully over the blanket, turned onto his back to watch the skies. a meteor flies overhead, a quick streak of light gone almost as soon as it appears. ]
At any rate, for now I can content myself with this. [ a beat. ] Thank you for coming with me, Dean.