[ Oh, he believes her. Doesn't blame her... not really. Though truth be told he wishes he could. Wishes he could tell her to fuck off and never show her face again for getting his only person killed. Except... that's not quite what happened.
Cas pinches the bridge of his nose, then sits up a little. Puts his hands on the table, lets himself feel the roughened wood. His knuckles are white, he's curled his fingers in so tight. It's not anger, though. His profile, dimly illuminated by candles, is just... drawn. Cheeck bones a little too prominent, eyes a little too hollow. ]
Thank you.
[ For telling him. For coming here, when she's clearly not in a good state physically or mentally. Does he feel like he'd be owed the information? Absolutely. But then, outside of Dean, not many people know he exists in this place - or that they're...
They're...
Acquainted.
Cas presses his lips together briefly, and then glances over at her. ]
Did... everything on his body vanish with him?
[ If Dean loses the Colt, that's... shit news all around, truth be told. ]
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Cas pinches the bridge of his nose, then sits up a little. Puts his hands on the table, lets himself feel the roughened wood. His knuckles are white, he's curled his fingers in so tight. It's not anger, though. His profile, dimly illuminated by candles, is just... drawn. Cheeck bones a little too prominent, eyes a little too hollow. ]
Thank you.
[ For telling him. For coming here, when she's clearly not in a good state physically or mentally. Does he feel like he'd be owed the information? Absolutely. But then, outside of Dean, not many people know he exists in this place - or that they're...
They're...
Acquainted.
Cas presses his lips together briefly, and then glances over at her. ]
Did... everything on his body vanish with him?
[ If Dean loses the Colt, that's... shit news all around, truth be told. ]