[ He's tense, when Castiel finally gets into the car. His shoulders are drawn tight, lips pressed thinly, and he doesn't quite look at him. This is uncomfortable in ways he doesn't even begin to know how to explain, honestly. He just wants to be done with this - wants to get this over with, to not have to deal with this crap or think about it, or do anything.
The last year plus has been just hunting and making sure Sammy was okay, and trying to keep everything together and he doesn't need to get caught in his own head, thinking about shit that really, really isn't possible or even right, and now they have to play house.
Christ. It's not Cas' fault though. Halfway down the highway, some of the tension bleeds out of him and leaves him sinking into the seat, exhaling. ]
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The last year plus has been just hunting and making sure Sammy was okay, and trying to keep everything together and he doesn't need to get caught in his own head, thinking about shit that really, really isn't possible or even right, and now they have to play house.
Christ. It's not Cas' fault though. Halfway down the highway, some of the tension bleeds out of him and leaves him sinking into the seat, exhaling. ]
I'm not mad at you, Cas.