[ This place has a sick sense of humour. A... what? Projection, a ghost, of Dean's death? Wonderful.
Well, Cas needed something to do with his, uh... afternoon... day? night? Whatever. Nothing matters. He is so tired he feels like his own mind has been projected out of his skull. The upside is he's so light headed he barely needs painkillers to make the edges of his mind pleasantly fuzzy and numb the pain away.
Well. Except now... this.
Cas takes a long, deep swig from the bottle of wine - offers it to the girl after a moment, even though he's still not quite looking at her, more at the tabletop. ]
So. What happened?
[ Because Dean is... capable. Reckless, but not stupid, until he is. But like all of them, Dean's also been incredibly tired...
Cas steels himself. Does he want to hear it? No. Does he need to? Yeah. Because whether she tells him or not, he'll hunt down that projection and bear witness. ]
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Well, Cas needed something to do with his, uh... afternoon... day? night? Whatever. Nothing matters. He is so tired he feels like his own mind has been projected out of his skull. The upside is he's so light headed he barely needs painkillers to make the edges of his mind pleasantly fuzzy and numb the pain away.
Well. Except now... this.
Cas takes a long, deep swig from the bottle of wine - offers it to the girl after a moment, even though he's still not quite looking at her, more at the tabletop. ]
So. What happened?
[ Because Dean is... capable. Reckless, but not stupid, until he is. But like all of them, Dean's also been incredibly tired...
Cas steels himself. Does he want to hear it? No. Does he need to? Yeah. Because whether she tells him or not, he'll hunt down that projection and bear witness. ]