Adam couldn't pinpoint what or why, but there was something about Castiel's explanation of how demons were demons that made a pressure in his chest ease. When he breathed out, it was with a strange sense of relief.
That feeling was short-lived.
What had the angel said? Dean... Dean Winchester, his brother, he'd been down there? But that made no sense. No matter how he turned Castiel's words around, though, that was the only meaning he could make sense of in what Castiel had said. Confusion was slow to dawn over his expression, welling up from a deep, deep well, one partially built of surprise.
"Dean was in the pit?" he echoed. That was news to him, too.
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Adam couldn't pinpoint what or why, but there was something about Castiel's explanation of how demons were demons that made a pressure in his chest ease. When he breathed out, it was with a strange sense of relief.
That feeling was short-lived.
What had the angel said? Dean... Dean Winchester, his brother, he'd been down there? But that made no sense. No matter how he turned Castiel's words around, though, that was the only meaning he could make sense of in what Castiel had said. Confusion was slow to dawn over his expression, welling up from a deep, deep well, one partially built of surprise.
"Dean was in the pit?" he echoed. That was news to him, too.