Whatever's going to be left after this, whatever they're meant to have isn't going to be easy. Nothing ever is, reminding himself of that fact as he looks at Dean and listens to him and desperately tries to fight the urge to push him away. He can do this, he wants to argue. He knows he can. Because he doesn't have the strength of an angel doesn't make him weak or useless, and he's thought about it, every possible outcome--
Maybe it won't do any good. Maybe this is stupid, and they should stop trying before it turns out wrong. Last night, the week before. The weeks before that too. All of it comes to together and ends sour with this mission of theirs. ]
Then what do you want me to do?
[ The words are soft, mumbled under his breath, and Castiel drops his gaze to Dean's arm. He needs to see to it, fix it so it stops hurting. But he can't. He doesn't have the touch, and everything he lays his hands on now turns bad. ]
Nothing we've done has ever worked. I have to do something.
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Date: 2014-03-31 03:06 am (UTC)Whatever's going to be left after this, whatever they're meant to have isn't going to be easy. Nothing ever is, reminding himself of that fact as he looks at Dean and listens to him and desperately tries to fight the urge to push him away. He can do this, he wants to argue. He knows he can. Because he doesn't have the strength of an angel doesn't make him weak or useless, and he's thought about it, every possible outcome--
Maybe it won't do any good. Maybe this is stupid, and they should stop trying before it turns out wrong. Last night, the week before. The weeks before that too. All of it comes to together and ends sour with this mission of theirs. ]
Then what do you want me to do?
[ The words are soft, mumbled under his breath, and Castiel drops his gaze to Dean's arm. He needs to see to it, fix it so it stops hurting. But he can't. He doesn't have the touch, and everything he lays his hands on now turns bad. ]
Nothing we've done has ever worked. I have to do something.