[ He listens to those accusations and forces them to roll off. Perhaps the idea had lacked foresight, but he'd given it with good intention, with promise of making something they could look to as a second home. Castiel waits through every single one, gaze half-focused on something behind Dean until he thinks he's allowed to speak again.

He tries. ]

Of course not. [ The words are soft and quiet. ] Nothing is ever going to change. It's why Sam insists on courting the Devil. It's... why we're like this.

[ Because it's always the same. They seek out what they know, and it's also why this is beginning to repeat itself. If Dean presses any harder, he's going to knee him and take the advantage. Still, he waits and bides his time carefully. He meets Dean's eyes. ]

But it doesn't make what I've said less of a truth.