[ it's been a while for him, too, though you couldn't exactly have called him awake for most of it. it would be difficult to explain what it's like to be the vessel of an angel to someone who hasn't experienced it, the liminal in-between of not-quite-conscousness, and he doesn't have any real motivation to try. what would it be? just excuses. he ran away, but he felt— still feels— it's the only worthwhile thing he can actually do for anyone.
has he changed at all in all this time?
castiel realizes he's staring. it's the first time in his life he actually does something about it. he steps back from the doorway to let dean inside. ]
Come in. [ that's what you're supposed to say, isn't it? ] This is, um. My room.
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[ it's been a while for him, too, though you couldn't exactly have called him awake for most of it. it would be difficult to explain what it's like to be the vessel of an angel to someone who hasn't experienced it, the liminal in-between of not-quite-conscousness, and he doesn't have any real motivation to try. what would it be? just excuses. he ran away, but he felt— still feels— it's the only worthwhile thing he can actually do for anyone.
has he changed at all in all this time?
castiel realizes he's staring. it's the first time in his life he actually does something about it. he steps back from the doorway to let dean inside. ]
Come in. [ that's what you're supposed to say, isn't it? ] This is, um. My room.
[ sure is, buddy. ]