[ Even before he'd asked, he knew the answer. He knows it won't. Nothing ever does, not for them, and it's naive to think that a place like this could keep them together. Camp hadn't done that. Their own world had seen to it that they became inevitable strangers despite staying in close proximity. Now... They sit side by side and breathe the same air, think the same thoughts.
They're a good team, he realizes suddenly. ]
I suppose that is one word for it.
[ It's an absent answer, hating to consider them in terms so absolute. They're durable because they've had no choice to be any other way. Castiel empties the rest of his bottle and tosses it to the side, letting the quiet rise up between them when something eventually overtakes him. He feels... oddly talkative, and he slides his hand a little further up Dean's thigh to get a better hold, shifting his weight there so he can lean around to stare at him.
Almost entirely dark now, he has to get extremely close to look--almost nose-to-nose again. ]
You've changed. [ Which is saying a lot considering the last time this had come up, and Castiel's eyes are a bit wide, like he actually sees what it is he's telling him. ]
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They're a good team, he realizes suddenly. ]
I suppose that is one word for it.
[ It's an absent answer, hating to consider them in terms so absolute. They're durable because they've had no choice to be any other way. Castiel empties the rest of his bottle and tosses it to the side, letting the quiet rise up between them when something eventually overtakes him. He feels... oddly talkative, and he slides his hand a little further up Dean's thigh to get a better hold, shifting his weight there so he can lean around to stare at him.
Almost entirely dark now, he has to get extremely close to look--almost nose-to-nose again. ]
You've changed. [ Which is saying a lot considering the last time this had come up, and Castiel's eyes are a bit wide, like he actually sees what it is he's telling him. ]