[There had definitely been some whiplash from Dean's end. He hadn't fully accepted Castiel being back for good, and had done nearly everything to drive him away. Flirted with every woman that crossed his path, kept his walls up and made snide comments, yelled at him, fought with him, been deliberately obstinate in an effort to make him get fed up and leave.
And still he stayed, and for some reason, it made Dean even angrier. Furious that he was prolonging the envitable.
And then it happened. Tossing and turning, nightmares, always nightmares about forty years he spent in hell, torturing and being tortured, flaying the skin from bone from his family. He'd sat bolt upright in the darkness, panic clawing at him, terrified of being alone... and blue eyes looked up at him from across the room. Are you alright? And he'd felt... safe.
And that's when he realized Castiel wasn't going anywhere. That was a week ago, and he'd been... quiet, since then.
Thinking.
Now was as good a time as any. He stared at his hands, then passed them through his hair.
How in the hell did he even... say what he... what did he even want to say?]
I'm... sorry, okay?
[That seemed like as good a place as any to start.]
[Dean had not been making it easy. It was hard trying to stay strong and remain by the hunters side. Dean was hell bent on making Castiel leave. He flirted with women even though he knew how much it would pain the angel. Dean got angry and screamed at Cas, he was harsh in his words. Everything to turn the angel away. Yet Castiel remained because he had made the mistake of leaving once before and he would never do it again.
And so each night Dean would lay down to sleep and Castiel would take his place in the chair across the room and wait. He would think, occupy himself with thoughts of heaven and better times the two had. One night his thoughts were interrupted by Deans screams and the angel looked up, blue eyes meeting green , to inquire if Dean was alright.
And since then Dean has been quiet. Tame. He hasn't screamed at the angel, hasn't flirted with others. He was just there, and if it was at all possibly Castiel felt even more unease. At least with Dean throwing his fit Cas knew where he was. With this new found quiet Castiel was at a loss.
So when Dean approached him with conversation Castiel was quick to turn his attention to the hunter.
Dean... he was apologizing.
Most would drag this out, would demand retribution, yet Castiel only looked up at the hunter and his expression softened in the slightest.]
And still he stayed, and for some reason, it made Dean even angrier. Furious that he was prolonging the envitable.
And then it happened. Tossing and turning, nightmares, always nightmares about forty years he spent in hell, torturing and being tortured, flaying the skin from bone from his family. He'd sat bolt upright in the darkness, panic clawing at him, terrified of being alone... and blue eyes looked up at him from across the room. Are you alright? And he'd felt... safe.
And that's when he realized Castiel wasn't going anywhere. That was a week ago, and he'd been... quiet, since then.
Thinking.
Now was as good a time as any. He stared at his hands, then passed them through his hair.
How in the hell did he even... say what he... what did he even want to say?]
I'm... sorry, okay?
[That seemed like as good a place as any to start.]
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And so each night Dean would lay down to sleep and Castiel would take his place in the chair across the room and wait. He would think, occupy himself with thoughts of heaven and better times the two had. One night his thoughts were interrupted by Deans screams and the angel looked up, blue eyes meeting green , to inquire if Dean was alright.
And since then Dean has been quiet. Tame. He hasn't screamed at the angel, hasn't flirted with others. He was just there, and if it was at all possibly Castiel felt even more unease. At least with Dean throwing his fit Cas knew where he was. With this new found quiet Castiel was at a loss.
So when Dean approached him with conversation Castiel was quick to turn his attention to the hunter.
Dean... he was apologizing.
Most would drag this out, would demand retribution, yet Castiel only looked up at the hunter and his expression softened in the slightest.]
I forgive you.
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