Okay, so, I took another breath and thought it over.
And I love the finale. I love it and I get it and I'm so fucking heartbroken for Castiel right now, oh God I want to cry. Like, there are tears in my eyes and I just can't seem to get them to fall. GAH.
I get it now. God, Castiel, you poor bastard. All you wanted was for someone to love you and trust you, isn't it? That's all you wanted. You gave and you gave and you gave and they never gave back. You loved them, stood by them, trusted them. And they never really trusted you back, did they?
I don't blame them. That's who they are. It's in character for Dean to fucking go head-first into a situation, to judge and see the world as black and white, them and us. But never when it's something he wanted. Like wiping Lisa and Ben's memories. Another regrettable, terrible thing for Castiel to do, but Dean asked it of him. It's fine when it's for Team Free Will, of course.
Gah. I don't mean to say that Dean's entirely to blame for what happened to Castiel. He isn't. No more than Castiel is, or Crowley, or Raphael. All of them had their parts. But I do think that Dean had the best shot of saving Castiel from himself had he just trusted Castiel. Had anyone trusted him.
That's why Balthazar died. Castiel just... snapped. Lost it. Couldn't take the betrayal, the mistrust, of another friend. One who'd stood by him for all his existence. And Castiel just... broke.
It's telling, I think, that Castiel's first demand upon Godhood was that all were to profess their love for him. Because that's all he wanted in the first place. He wanted their love.
Fuck, Castiel. How do you keep breaking my heart?