[ to that, cas simply shrugs. it's not up to him to decide how hard dean tries, how quickly he heals. in many ways, cas has become.. much more malleable than dean; like a sapling, he bends in against the wind, supple but strong, remaining full and whole as he can manage because he allows the storm to beat at him, doesn't fight it. but dean, dean's a gnarled, stubborn old oak. he fights the storm, stands fast against the wind and there is something admirable in that and yet it costs him. things that do not bend more easily break, and dean's leaves have been shorn, his branches cracked and bark eroded.
nevertheless, it's his choice. and while cas might offer plenty of scathing sass when the time is right, this isn't something he's willing or able to take lightly.
so he's quiet for several long moments, simply breathing, existing, before he's leaning his elbows onto his knees. ]
You're going to have to tell me what happened, you know. The last things you remember. Where you were before you were here.
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Date: 1 May 2016 13:40 (UTC)nevertheless, it's his choice. and while cas might offer plenty of scathing sass when the time is right, this isn't something he's willing or able to take lightly.
so he's quiet for several long moments, simply breathing, existing, before he's leaning his elbows onto his knees. ]
You're going to have to tell me what happened, you know. The last things you remember. Where you were before you were here.