Day 59: Cafeteria (noon)

[immortale]

By the time lunch rolled around, things still weren't getting any better. The voices hadn't gone away; instead, Firo was pretty sure they were getting more frequent. Ennis had been silent since last night, but Czes's voice had been an insistent buzz in his ear all morning

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[poorexample]

Castiel should have been prepared for Dean to inquire about how the knife had been obtained, which was logically the correct thing to ask. He could tell the truth -- it wasn't as if it made a difference when the knife wasn't here -- but he didn't want Dean to buy into the belief that Ruby was actually on his side. Or Sam's, for that matter.

Before he could attempt to fumble for some other response, Sam himself showed up to speak with them. That meant that any discussion of the demon would need to be pushed to the side -- or he would at least have to watch his words much more closely. He had been on unstable enough footing before; after yesterday, he doubted that Sam trusted him much at all.

He had Dean's trust, though, at least to an extent. That was something.

"Hello," he greeted. "I have to apologize to you for my behavior yesterday. I was not in --"

But before he could finish with the words that he had practiced by now, Castiel watched as Sam lifted a spoon of that rotten food to his mouth. His shoulders tensed for reasons he didn't completely understand. "Sam," he said, almost urgently. "What are you doing?"