Castiel hadn't been certain. Dean hadn't been a part of the recording. All he'd seen was himself, Allison, and Derek, each of them being torn apart or devoured in different ways. But these images are hardly exhaustive, and so it's completely possible that Dean had been in watching distance.
And that only adds to the trauma, of course, because it's hardly the first time Dean's watched him die, but this time it had been permanent. This time, finally, he hadn't come back.
"Dean, for the moment, I'm here." He raises his voice to speak over the hammering.
That's what he doesn't understand. Shouldn't Dean want to speak to him while he has this rare chance? It may hurt, but isn't hurting part of living...?
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Castiel hadn't been certain. Dean hadn't been a part of the recording. All he'd seen was himself, Allison, and Derek, each of them being torn apart or devoured in different ways. But these images are hardly exhaustive, and so it's completely possible that Dean had been in watching distance.
And that only adds to the trauma, of course, because it's hardly the first time Dean's watched him die, but this time it had been permanent. This time, finally, he hadn't come back.
"Dean, for the moment, I'm here." He raises his voice to speak over the hammering.
That's what he doesn't understand. Shouldn't Dean want to speak to him while he has this rare chance? It may hurt, but isn't hurting part of living...?