[ Dean's well aware that Cas has been considerate to a fault, that he had every reason to push by far sooner than he's even attempted. Providing answers Cas needs has been imminent from the get go and Dean, if anything, has been waiting for it, those looming things that require closure that he's not entirely sure how to give. But if he's to be any semblance of fair, he has to find a way to do it lest he spontaneously combust in his own right. Cas deserves them, after all. He always does.
That doesn't make it any easier.
He's fairly sure he knows what's coming, even if he doesn't know for sure, and so he waits. But even this isn't exactly a line of questioning he enjoys; it's not as if any of these facts are particularly hard to find within himself. It's looking for a way to spill them over that's seemingly complicated. ]
I'm working on it.
[ But even that seems a failure, as far as Dean can tell. Working on it has still ended up with foul mistakes, and so he tries again because being honest is a thing he only ever really attempts when Cas is around. ] I should be trying harder. I know.
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That doesn't make it any easier.
He's fairly sure he knows what's coming, even if he doesn't know for sure, and so he waits. But even this isn't exactly a line of questioning he enjoys; it's not as if any of these facts are particularly hard to find within himself. It's looking for a way to spill them over that's seemingly complicated. ]
I'm working on it.
[ But even that seems a failure, as far as Dean can tell. Working on it has still ended up with foul mistakes, and so he tries again because being honest is a thing he only ever really attempts when Cas is around. ] I should be trying harder. I know.