[ He gets that disconnect, the brief whatever that means nothing he has said thus far has reached him, and Castiel... Frankly, he's pissed. This is not how he'd wanted it to go, not how he'd expected it to happen. Things had been better between them before this, but that had been before he'd gotten himself killed. Before he incidentally told Dean something he'd probably been waiting to hear since learning Lucifer had arrived.
There is no hesitation on his part; he rushes out of his room, leaving behind everything he has because nothing is more important than this. He knows Dean better than he knows himself at times--that hasn't changed.
It takes far too long, he thinks, and by the time he reaches the right wing, the right floor, he's out of breath. From south to north, but it's enough. Easier if he could have just popped in like he used to, though there's no room for that in this mess. He sees Dean and approaches him head-on, mouth twisted down into a hard frown. ]
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Date: 2013-11-27 12:39 am (UTC)There is no hesitation on his part; he rushes out of his room, leaving behind everything he has because nothing is more important than this. He knows Dean better than he knows himself at times--that hasn't changed.
It takes far too long, he thinks, and by the time he reaches the right wing, the right floor, he's out of breath. From south to north, but it's enough. Easier if he could have just popped in like he used to, though there's no room for that in this mess. He sees Dean and approaches him head-on, mouth twisted down into a hard frown. ]
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