[ the moment jack says no, castiel knows he's not going to like the answer. he almost tells him not to say. there's no good option after that, though if he had to hope, he would have hoped for michael. internally, he laughs at himself, relieved at least to learn that raphael hasn't come back from the dead to sire an heir.
the alternative isn't better.
what flashes across castiel's face couldn't be called fear. it goes beyond that.
he turns away quickly, hoping jack won't see. as he forces one foot in front of the other, another revelation comes to him. one that makes his heart drop like a stone into his cold and oily guts. he swallows around a dry throat, opening his mouth to ask a question he knows he can't put voice to. the answer is obvious, anyway: he's the one who let lucifer out of the cage.
suddenly, he understands why he felt it his responsibility to deal with jack— but this isn't his mistake. he shakes his head. no. it still makes no sense. lucifer hates humanity. and he if lived, he wouldn't have let him run amok. ]
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the alternative isn't better.
what flashes across castiel's face couldn't be called fear. it goes beyond that.
he turns away quickly, hoping jack won't see. as he forces one foot in front of the other, another revelation comes to him. one that makes his heart drop like a stone into his cold and oily guts. he swallows around a dry throat, opening his mouth to ask a question he knows he can't put voice to. the answer is obvious, anyway: he's the one who let lucifer out of the cage.
suddenly, he understands why he felt it his responsibility to deal with jack— but this isn't his mistake. he shakes his head. no. it still makes no sense. lucifer hates humanity. and he if lived, he wouldn't have let him run amok. ]
I hope for your sake that all of this is a ruse.