[ space weed is expensive as hell, dean, he's got to ration carefully.
dean's asking if he's okay, though, as if he's really expecting a straight answer, and cas can't help the wry grin around his cigarette. he's thoughtful for a little while, brows drawn up tight over his eyes. ]
I'm.. yeah, you know, not bad.
[ he says, and it's not even a lie, really. everything that happened in 2014.. it's still something he needs to process, something he's not sure he'll ever really be able to process, truth be told, but here? on these ships, on this station, right now? it's better than anything he's felt in years. he might not deserve whatever second chance this place is giving him, but you know, he's happier here, in a lot of ways. ]
Beats going home, that's for sure. But you could have guessed that.
[ Dean answers, watching Cas carefully, remembering those three days he spent in that version of 2014 like a bad dream made real. Eventually, he looks down and keeps going. ]
You know... I don't know if Sam told you, or if anybody did... After, uh, the whole thing with Zachariah.. I went back to '09, and I called Sam. And we fixed things. Me and Sam, and you... The uh... The angel you. And Bobby, and Jo and Ellen...
[ He trails off for a second at the thought before resuming the story, and finally looking up again. ]
The apocalypse never happened. The virus never got released. Sam said yes to Lucifer, and he dragged his ass, along with Michael, back into the cage.
[ It wasn't exactly a best-case scenario, and they lost a hell of a lot doing it. But they saved the world. That place this Cas remembers never happened, and that's a lot.
Dean finally sets the whiskey bottle back on the table and slides it over to Cas with the last few words. ]
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dean's asking if he's okay, though, as if he's really expecting a straight answer, and cas can't help the wry grin around his cigarette. he's thoughtful for a little while, brows drawn up tight over his eyes. ]
I'm.. yeah, you know, not bad.
[ he says, and it's not even a lie, really. everything that happened in 2014.. it's still something he needs to process, something he's not sure he'll ever really be able to process, truth be told, but here? on these ships, on this station, right now? it's better than anything he's felt in years. he might not deserve whatever second chance this place is giving him, but you know, he's happier here, in a lot of ways. ]
Beats going home, that's for sure. But you could have guessed that.
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[ Dean answers, watching Cas carefully, remembering those three days he spent in that version of 2014 like a bad dream made real. Eventually, he looks down and keeps going. ]
You know... I don't know if Sam told you, or if anybody did... After, uh, the whole thing with Zachariah.. I went back to '09, and I called Sam. And we fixed things. Me and Sam, and you... The uh... The angel you. And Bobby, and Jo and Ellen...
[ He trails off for a second at the thought before resuming the story, and finally looking up again. ]
The apocalypse never happened. The virus never got released. Sam said yes to Lucifer, and he dragged his ass, along with Michael, back into the cage.
[ It wasn't exactly a best-case scenario, and they lost a hell of a lot doing it. But they saved the world. That place this Cas remembers never happened, and that's a lot.
Dean finally sets the whiskey bottle back on the table and slides it over to Cas with the last few words. ]
We did alright.