By now, he knows- or thinks he knows, at least, what's going on here. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, though it is the first time in Wonderland. Once upon a time, a world away, he took a trip to the future and saw what a shithole the planet was going to become. This time, he's been granted a trip to the past. Well, good. If he's going back, and he knows he will, he won't be going back god damn empty handed. Not on his life. This trip, this.... product of another timeline's event, this whatever it is is going to be the key to their victory and he knows it.
He doesn't care about the people, doesn't care about Christmas or catering to the goddamn ghosts or figuring out what event is going down. His mind is completely and entirely encompassed with the idea of preparing. He's got so much shit to plan and no idea how long he's got to accomplish it.
He's running through list after list, strategy after strategy in his head when a voice catches him off guard.
It's familiar.
He doesn't look toward it, but his head does slowly lift as the realization runs through him.
Kid.
This is the past, and Cas isn't the only person still alive here.
Son of a bitch. No, he's not going to deal with this, he's not going to go around reconnecting with everyone that's going to die inevitably anyway. Kid's long dead, and wasting his time wishing otherwise...
It's unnecessary, and he's not equipped to handle that anymore. He can't afford to feel shit, not with half a hundred people back home depending on him not to screw up this window of opportunity.
So he looks over toward Kid slowly, jaw thumping. "Busy."
Is his ownly reply. If Kid doesn't know about what's going on, doesn't know that he's not This Dean but rather THAT Dean, maybe there's a chance of sparing himself this conversation and getting the hell away before things get too complicated.
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He doesn't care about the people, doesn't care about Christmas or catering to the goddamn ghosts or figuring out what event is going down. His mind is completely and entirely encompassed with the idea of preparing. He's got so much shit to plan and no idea how long he's got to accomplish it.
He's running through list after list, strategy after strategy in his head when a voice catches him off guard.
It's familiar.
He doesn't look toward it, but his head does slowly lift as the realization runs through him.
Kid.
This is the past, and Cas isn't the only person still alive here.
Son of a bitch. No, he's not going to deal with this, he's not going to go around reconnecting with everyone that's going to die inevitably anyway. Kid's long dead, and wasting his time wishing otherwise...
It's unnecessary, and he's not equipped to handle that anymore. He can't afford to feel shit, not with half a hundred people back home depending on him not to screw up this window of opportunity.
So he looks over toward Kid slowly, jaw thumping. "Busy."
Is his ownly reply. If Kid doesn't know about what's going on, doesn't know that he's not This Dean but rather THAT Dean, maybe there's a chance of sparing himself this conversation and getting the hell away before things get too complicated.