( The attack dog spell takes him back. Five years back. With Cas himself and in another dimension, Dean assumes it's after Rowena reversed the spell. He would hope. He hopes Cas didn't appear here in the midst. But, he remembers the aftermath, too. )
Rowena's attack dog spell.
( Other facts slot into place, Amara, the Mark of Cain. Almost killing Cas. And then Cas being one step away from a rampage. Like Dean had been. He refused Castiel to heal his wounds because he gave as good as he got, nearly ending Cas himself. )
Amara grows up. Quickly. The Darkness.
( Just -- to clarify what happens with the Darkness and his part in their connection. But, he remembers Castiel was more separate from her in the midst of that spell. Still, it all intertwines for him. Rowena... stays their adversary until she needs them again, or they need her. But, Rowena isn't here - literally - it's him and it's Cas. Sam's not even here, and he doesn't even know what he'd say to his brother about this.
And then Cas admits it. )
That long. Five years, Cas?
( It's a long time to hold a torch. Dean replays their absences, Castiel's deaths, his searching, his storming off, and everything in between. Dean's stubborness and Cas' snark. Thinking back, he doesn't see it, not from Cas' point of few. But there were always jokes and remarks from demons and angels alike.
"As soon as Castiel laid a hand on you he was lost!"
And everything Chuck, Cas the angel with a crack in his chassis.
Last woman he was with was Max down at the Shadow Ball and before that a waitress whose name he... wouldn't remember - but actually couldn't thanks to the Druid's memory spell. With his mother, with Jack, with Chuck, it's been a much longer time. Dean wasn't even sure Cas could feel human emotions like that, when not human or graceless. But, before his very eyes Castiel had unloaded everything onto him, the sounding board.
The musician begins his next set and Dean spies that the bar has emptied, the crowd having moved toward the stage. It's just him and Cas.
He raises his voice, just a little louder because the musician's starting. )
Way you put it, it felt gradual. Like, you figured out how you felt - made this deal and then realized that's the one thing that would -- honor it. Left me alone in the Men of Letters bunker. Took down Death herself with you.
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Rowena's attack dog spell.
( Other facts slot into place, Amara, the Mark of Cain. Almost killing Cas. And then Cas being one step away from a rampage. Like Dean had been. He refused Castiel to heal his wounds because he gave as good as he got, nearly ending Cas himself. )
Amara grows up. Quickly. The Darkness.
( Just -- to clarify what happens with the Darkness and his part in their connection. But, he remembers Castiel was more separate from her in the midst of that spell. Still, it all intertwines for him. Rowena... stays their adversary until she needs them again, or they need her. But, Rowena isn't here - literally - it's him and it's Cas. Sam's not even here, and he doesn't even know what he'd say to his brother about this.
And then Cas admits it. )
That long. Five years, Cas?
( It's a long time to hold a torch. Dean replays their absences, Castiel's deaths, his searching, his storming off, and everything in between. Dean's stubborness and Cas' snark. Thinking back, he doesn't see it, not from Cas' point of few. But there were always jokes and remarks from demons and angels alike.
"As soon as Castiel laid a hand on you he was lost!"
And everything Chuck, Cas the angel with a crack in his chassis.
Last woman he was with was Max down at the Shadow Ball and before that a waitress whose name he... wouldn't remember - but actually couldn't thanks to the Druid's memory spell. With his mother, with Jack, with Chuck, it's been a much longer time. Dean wasn't even sure Cas could feel human emotions like that, when not human or graceless. But, before his very eyes Castiel had unloaded everything onto him, the sounding board.
The musician begins his next set and Dean spies that the bar has emptied, the crowd having moved toward the stage. It's just him and Cas.
He raises his voice, just a little louder because the musician's starting. )
Way you put it, it felt gradual. Like, you figured out how you felt - made this deal and then realized that's the one thing that would -- honor it. Left me alone in the Men of Letters bunker. Took down Death herself with you.