[ Castiel didn't really know what to make of it, truly. It was hard. He was old, but when it came to this, when it came to family, he didn't even really know what he was doing. His family... He hadn't even known what the word meant until he'd become an honorary Winchester, but he was still under no illusion: they would sell him out for each other any day of the week, and feel guilty about it for little more than two.
Not that they were presently any stronger with each other. Right now, they weren't even talking, which was perhaps why they were throwing themselves even more into their work. He tipped his face in toward the pillow, inhaling slowly, drawing in the scent and savoring it. Even if they didn't mean to, they'd left him, and now here he was--waiting with the car. Back to square one. His eyes flicked back up at Baby's suggestion: ]
I don't think Dean has ever given me anything more than a verbal apology. Certainly never a...a rub down.
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Not that they were presently any stronger with each other. Right now, they weren't even talking, which was perhaps why they were throwing themselves even more into their work. He tipped his face in toward the pillow, inhaling slowly, drawing in the scent and savoring it. Even if they didn't mean to, they'd left him, and now here he was--waiting with the car. Back to square one. His eyes flicked back up at Baby's suggestion: ]
I don't think Dean has ever given me anything more than a verbal apology. Certainly never a...a rub down.