i loved you with the fire red, now it's turning blue.
[He didn't understand it. Love. Why she spoke of it and soon fled afterward. It wasn't an emotional response that he could come to terms with. He cared for Dean, enough to leave him be, but he never would have used the word love himself. He learned much from humanity, but he never allowed himself to be that open. He was always shamefully faithful to roots that more often than not were corrupt.
Cas had spent weeks without her constant presence and he was back to eating things he could order from the television, the television that he took great interest in. Like a key in to the life he was now living.
He'd taken a late shower that night, dressed in nothing but his shirt and the boxers that Jimmy wore. He was trying to shave but kept nicking himself and wincing back because it stung, blood draining down the sink. He was trying not to be so upset about something as simple as that eluding him.]
Cas had spent weeks without her constant presence and he was back to eating things he could order from the television, the television that he took great interest in. Like a key in to the life he was now living.
He'd taken a late shower that night, dressed in nothing but his shirt and the boxers that Jimmy wore. He was trying to shave but kept nicking himself and wincing back because it stung, blood draining down the sink. He was trying not to be so upset about something as simple as that eluding him.]