[ Frankly, he wouldn't have bothered with the wine, would have dismissed it as just another trick this place pulls. He's already been lured in by blood, by straying too far outside in the dead of whatever constitutes night to really. He assumed the wine was a trick of this place, too, until he saw the white haired lady of blasphemy and little religious understanding on the network.
Now, the stuff could still be laced with something and not to be trusted, but Cas has lost the will to care and be careful. ]
Where's the body?
[ Cas' mind is skipping to a Hunter's funeral, but he doesn't know if the body needs to be preserved, if something needs to be done with it. Dean's been... vague at best in sharing details about this place, and Cas doesn't know if Dean doesn't know, or if he assumes Cas doesn't have to.
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Now, the stuff could still be laced with something and not to be trusted, but Cas has lost the will to care and be careful. ]
Where's the body?
[ Cas' mind is skipping to a Hunter's funeral, but he doesn't know if the body needs to be preserved, if something needs to be done with it. Dean's been... vague at best in sharing details about this place, and Cas doesn't know if Dean doesn't know, or if he assumes Cas doesn't have to.
Now he has to. Life's a bitch like that. ]