[ Castiel keeps quiet after that, eyes still focused on his arm even as Dean pulls away and says what he thinks he should. His fearless leader, of course. Even if there's a hint of something else in what he's telling him, something he doesn't want to touch and almost feels afraid to point out, he can't help thinking that's what it's come down to. Because he lets Dean tell him what to do doesn't mean Castiel is going to listen, but he surrenders here, giving up the fight with only the slightest shake of his head.
The tension in his mouth says it too, the way his fingers curl at his side. ]
Okay. [ It's not okay. ] But you have to talk to me. Stop trying to do this by yourself.
[ Let him share in that weight. Let him take it from his shoulders and carry it for a while. It's only the two of them, despite Sam being there, and Castiel can't have Dean taking the brunt of the responsibility when he's willing to do so much more. There's a slight pause, and then, quiet as ever, he moves toward him to finally take hold of his injured arm to look at it. ]
I told you to be careful. [ Said as he pulls lightly at the bandage. ]
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The tension in his mouth says it too, the way his fingers curl at his side. ]
Okay. [ It's not okay. ] But you have to talk to me. Stop trying to do this by yourself.
[ Let him share in that weight. Let him take it from his shoulders and carry it for a while. It's only the two of them, despite Sam being there, and Castiel can't have Dean taking the brunt of the responsibility when he's willing to do so much more. There's a slight pause, and then, quiet as ever, he moves toward him to finally take hold of his injured arm to look at it. ]
I told you to be careful. [ Said as he pulls lightly at the bandage. ]