Other things may change us..

[roadhouse_mama]

Who; Castiel and Ellen Harvelle
What; A show of support for family
Where; the library
When; Saturday afternoon
Rating; pg-13ish
Status; Ongoing, closed

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[to_rebel]

Wonder of wonders, he actually heard Ellen coming. Light footsteps had echoed quietly in the library and, mere moments before she spoke, he'd been able to pinpoint her presence. As she spoke, he carefully tucked away the book he'd been thumbing through; it was old and worn and, most incredibly, written in Enochian. It would require further reading, as soon as he could manage. There might be more in the library of interest.

He turned toward her and shook his head. "There are ancient texts housed here. I thought I might find something of use." So far, he'd found interesting things, but nothing of actual use. At least it wasn't boring.

[roadhouse_mama]

"That'd probably explain why Bobby and Sam have all but set up shop in here," she said with a wry smile. Since he'd healed up, Bobby had headed right back to his research as if nothing had happened. Stubborn old coot.

"Bobby said that he's been talking to Dean, and I've gotta admit, neither one of us are liking what he has to say. About you, Balthazar and what's supposed to happen in the future."

She held up a hand to stop any inevitable protest or explanation. "Of all people, he should know better."

[to_rebel]

He should have known that he couldn't keep this secret for much longer. Castiel often perused the network, reading and listening to whatever wasn't privated or filtered to certain people. Catching Dean uttering the phrase "stop Castiel" to Balthazar had gone a long way toward dashing all his hopes that this be kept quiet and private. He took a breath, quelling the instinctual desire to just walk away, and motioned toward the nearby table and chairs.

Wordlessly, he sat, fidgeting only a little with the book that sat on the table before he folded his hands together in a deliberate motion. He would not fidget. It took him a moment to find his voice. This was one of the last things he wanted to talk about.

Last thing he wanted to talk about or not, he couldn't hide it anymore. "I'm not sure what's been said." In point of fact, Dean had been quiet on the subject. Castiel had thought it dropped before finding that conversation on the tablet. "What do you know?" He paused. "And what would you like to know?"

[roadhouse_mama]

Ellen reached across the table and squeezed his hands with a quiet smile. "Not enough. But that's not why I'm here, and I'm not here to ask. If you haven't told us, then you've had a good reason not to. We try not to make it a habit of horning in on other people's personal lives, especially when they're family."

She sighed, still wondering what had gone wrong between Dean and Castiel for things to suddenly feel so strained. Since his return, he'd spent little time at the Roadhouse and felt more like a stranger then when they'd first met.

"Cas, no one is fated to do anything. What may have happened in Balthazar's future isn't set in stone. The Castiel that did it? Isn't you. Won't be you." Her voice was as firm and steady as her belief. They were all killers; they'd all hunted and killed creatures - but Cas was no murderer. She was certain of it.