[ As Dean drinks, Castiel helps himself to a seat on the edge of his bed. Usually, he would have preferred the floor, but at that angle, he wouldn't have been on nearly equal ground as the other man. Like this, he can look at him and not feel... small. ]
Things are never really simple, Dean. [ Not as they had been once. ] But, at least, there are some constants to all of this.
[ Him, them. They are here, and whether or not they find another mission, some common ground to share, they're together. What more is there to ask for? ]
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Date: 2013-10-26 05:34 am (UTC)Things are never really simple, Dean. [ Not as they had been once. ] But, at least, there are some constants to all of this.
[ Him, them. They are here, and whether or not they find another mission, some common ground to share, they're together. What more is there to ask for? ]