[ The 'it's you' he hears, but it's unexpectedly harsh against parts of him that are still raw that if he wasn't already tense as hell right now he'd be frowning deeply. Yeah, that's part of the goddamn problem. Cas has decided to stretch out on his bed and there's a habit, a routine, that's been dragged back out of the darkness, ready and waiting to chew Cas out for that. In the end he's just stubbornly quiet for verging on half a minute.
It's not something he has any need to talk about right now. Not when at any second the house could be the next target of all the crap outside and he's already running on fumes. So he chooses to sound offended instead of affected, injects anger into his voice when what he's really feeling is another fresh pile of guilt. ]
Oh I can look after myself. I don't need his help. And--
[ Cutting himself off, his molars squeeze together, jaw set and lips pressed into an unimpressed line. The truth is that the juiced up version of Cas has saved his ass twice now here in the town. The rest of his sentence 'and I don't need your help either' is what he bites back.
Help has been a thing he hasn't genuinely asked for in a long time because needing help is showing weakness. And when was the last time he was allowed to be weak? Hell. ]
Are you asking for an explanation or an apology? Because right now? I don't have either for you, Cas.
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[ The 'it's you' he hears, but it's unexpectedly harsh against parts of him that are still raw that if he wasn't already tense as hell right now he'd be frowning deeply. Yeah, that's part of the goddamn problem. Cas has decided to stretch out on his bed and there's a habit, a routine, that's been dragged back out of the darkness, ready and waiting to chew Cas out for that. In the end he's just stubbornly quiet for verging on half a minute.
It's not something he has any need to talk about right now. Not when at any second the house could be the next target of all the crap outside and he's already running on fumes. So he chooses to sound offended instead of affected, injects anger into his voice when what he's really feeling is another fresh pile of guilt. ]
Oh I can look after myself. I don't need his help. And--
[ Cutting himself off, his molars squeeze together, jaw set and lips pressed into an unimpressed line. The truth is that the juiced up version of Cas has saved his ass twice now here in the town. The rest of his sentence 'and I don't need your help either' is what he bites back.
Help has been a thing he hasn't genuinely asked for in a long time because needing help is showing weakness. And when was the last time he was allowed to be weak? Hell. ]
Are you asking for an explanation or an apology? Because right now? I don't have either for you, Cas.