[ call it a knack. angel power perhaps, or castiel might simply be good at reading an atmosphere, or more specifically, at reading sam and dean. he has known them more intimately than he has ever known any human being, and truth be told, for as much as they keep from one another, they're not terribly difficult to interpret. they each of them have specific tells, their strain and anxiety writes clear lines on their faces, in the way they carry themselves, the slant of their shoulders, and their eyes are generally speaking, a dead giveaway.
thankfully it isn't in his nature to pry, so more often than not they get away with it undisturbed, but this is a little different, and more often than not, sam is more receptive to comfort than dean, so he likes to offer what he can, when he can.
but now here's sam turning it all around on him now, and aren't they just a couple of sad, pathetic fools trying to prop one another up. had castiel possessed a better sense of humor he might have laughed about how impossibly difficult they are. instead he's just reminded of how astonishingly gentle sam is, as a person. castiel cares for both of the winchester boys, but he doesn't often have time with sam alone; every time he does, he finds that sam is always surprising him. a hunter as a boy, raised on the road and never provided a proper home and yet of the two dean is the rougher one, the harder one. there is a kindness in sam that is truly bewildering, and incredibly, terribly rare among his type, and castiel can only hope that he never loses it. his voice is softer when he speaks again. ]
Understood.
[ castiel can't help but agree, when sam is being so painfully forward, and despite it all he is not wrong. from the first moment he can remember existing, castiel has been part of a unit, a single cog in the great machine; angels were not designed to think for themselves. he's grown accustomed to his solitude, but it would be a lie to say that he does not cling to sam and dean for fear of feeling useless, pointless, scrap metal to be discarded. ]
We are family, then. Dean has said that to me, more than once, but I suppose I haven't.. taken it seriously.
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thankfully it isn't in his nature to pry, so more often than not they get away with it undisturbed, but this is a little different, and more often than not, sam is more receptive to comfort than dean, so he likes to offer what he can, when he can.
but now here's sam turning it all around on him now, and aren't they just a couple of sad, pathetic fools trying to prop one another up. had castiel possessed a better sense of humor he might have laughed about how impossibly difficult they are. instead he's just reminded of how astonishingly gentle sam is, as a person. castiel cares for both of the winchester boys, but he doesn't often have time with sam alone; every time he does, he finds that sam is always surprising him. a hunter as a boy, raised on the road and never provided a proper home and yet of the two dean is the rougher one, the harder one. there is a kindness in sam that is truly bewildering, and incredibly, terribly rare among his type, and castiel can only hope that he never loses it. his voice is softer when he speaks again. ]
Understood.
[ castiel can't help but agree, when sam is being so painfully forward, and despite it all he is not wrong. from the first moment he can remember existing, castiel has been part of a unit, a single cog in the great machine; angels were not designed to think for themselves. he's grown accustomed to his solitude, but it would be a lie to say that he does not cling to sam and dean for fear of feeling useless, pointless, scrap metal to be discarded. ]
We are family, then. Dean has said that to me, more than once, but I suppose I haven't.. taken it seriously.