[RP for iamwinchester]
Castiel has always been able to hear Dean's prayers. He's never told the Winchester, pretty sure that that would be a sure fire way of stopping the man from praying in the first place, but he hears them all the same. He's never been certain why, but he figures it's because he was sent to rescue him from Hell, and guide him afterwards.
It's no different this time, when Dean mutters he wants air and leaves him alone against the door of Bobby's panic room. He hears the prayers as clearly as if Dean's still stood next to him; and he aches to answer. To provide the help the eldest Winchester is crying out for. But he's not sure how. His own powers are failing fast, their last escapade showing that he can't even keep Jimmy under proper control any more. What chance did he have, now, of helping defeat Lucifer?
But the longer the prayers go on, the more his resolve crumbles. Maybe he can't help, but he has to try. He'd heard Famine's words, even if he'd been powerless to do anything about them, and he had no doubt that they'd been the truth. Dean Winchester's soul was dead and broken, and if nothing else, he hoped he could do something about that.
Flying after Dean's voice, Castiel appeared suddenly in front of the human, face showing a hint of sympathy. "I can help," he offered, quietly, before taking a step forward to press completely into Dean's personal space. Tilting his head slightly, he pressed an amateur kiss to Dean's lips.
It's no different this time, when Dean mutters he wants air and leaves him alone against the door of Bobby's panic room. He hears the prayers as clearly as if Dean's still stood next to him; and he aches to answer. To provide the help the eldest Winchester is crying out for. But he's not sure how. His own powers are failing fast, their last escapade showing that he can't even keep Jimmy under proper control any more. What chance did he have, now, of helping defeat Lucifer?
But the longer the prayers go on, the more his resolve crumbles. Maybe he can't help, but he has to try. He'd heard Famine's words, even if he'd been powerless to do anything about them, and he had no doubt that they'd been the truth. Dean Winchester's soul was dead and broken, and if nothing else, he hoped he could do something about that.
Flying after Dean's voice, Castiel appeared suddenly in front of the human, face showing a hint of sympathy. "I can help," he offered, quietly, before taking a step forward to press completely into Dean's personal space. Tilting his head slightly, he pressed an amateur kiss to Dean's lips.