[ Cas drags a hand down his face, fingers shaking.
He's not supposed to outlive Dean, even momentarily.
That's not what he signed up for.
Cas puts a hand on the doorframe, flexes his fingers against the rough wood. Tries to focus on the scent of incense in the air, and can't quite... quite pull his head together into something resembling proper thought.
He's not sure if he feels too much or too little. Feels wiped out in ways he can't quite put into words to parse for himself.
Cas steps back from the door. ]
You, uh... no offense. You look like shit...
[ There's no tease in his voice, no hostility. Much as he wishes shooting the messenger solved anything...
At least he knows, this way.
He doesn't wanna know. He needs to know. ]
I can, uh... [ He gestures at her. ] Dean's got supplies. I can... fix you up. A bit. But, uhm... you're gonna have to tell me... something. Shit.
[ His voice is rough, he squints, shifts. There's discomfort in his body language, and his face is blank in the way of someone trying desperately to process. He's a car crash in slow motion. ]
no subject
I know.
[ Cas drags a hand down his face, fingers shaking.
He's not supposed to outlive Dean, even momentarily.
That's not what he signed up for.
Cas puts a hand on the doorframe, flexes his fingers against the rough wood. Tries to focus on the scent of incense in the air, and can't quite... quite pull his head together into something resembling proper thought.
He's not sure if he feels too much or too little. Feels wiped out in ways he can't quite put into words to parse for himself.
Cas steps back from the door. ]
You, uh... no offense. You look like shit...
[ There's no tease in his voice, no hostility. Much as he wishes shooting the messenger solved anything...
At least he knows, this way.
He doesn't wanna know. He needs to know. ]
I can, uh... [ He gestures at her. ] Dean's got supplies. I can... fix you up. A bit. But, uhm... you're gonna have to tell me... something. Shit.
[ His voice is rough, he squints, shifts. There's discomfort in his body language, and his face is blank in the way of someone trying desperately to process. He's a car crash in slow motion. ]