[Castiel rolls his eyes and leans back until he's against the wall, frustrated the Dean's taking this all out on him. It's not his fault that Dean got possessed (as much as it feels like it is), and it's not his fault that Abaddon said all those things.
As he sits there, he studies the line of Dean's shoulders, the tenseness of his back, and he wonders if there's anything he can say that won't get a rough response. He can't ignore it, not when he still has a clear memory of the way Dean's lips had felt against his own.]
If there was any truth to her words... it's fine. You should know that.
[Castiel is hardly one to be bothered by that kind of thing, and the bigotry he's seen among humans is distasteful to him. Dean doesn't need to be so concerned about it.]
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As he sits there, he studies the line of Dean's shoulders, the tenseness of his back, and he wonders if there's anything he can say that won't get a rough response. He can't ignore it, not when he still has a clear memory of the way Dean's lips had felt against his own.]
If there was any truth to her words... it's fine. You should know that.
[Castiel is hardly one to be bothered by that kind of thing, and the bigotry he's seen among humans is distasteful to him. Dean doesn't need to be so concerned about it.]