He doesn't say "too close to you, you mean", because it's not like he wants to be bitter about it. Praying to angels all his life and being pushed aside to the gutter was a whole different beast, and it's not exactly Castiel's fault.
So instead, Sam nods after a moment, supremely calm about it all. He'd known about the panic room door for a little while... mostly thanks to Lucifer. Sam knows (in theory, anyway) that it was just the devil making sure he was good and isolated from his prior connections to the world. Kept him from reaching out to Cas for help — because "none of the angels care for you like I do", and "Castiel won't help; remember what you are to him, Sam?" and "who do you think helped lead you to this moment?".
Emotional, psychological warfare isn't new. It just hurts whether it is or not.]
It seems like something the angels would do. They wanted it as badly as the demons, anyway. Seems like they'd have a, um... a Plan B for when their soldiers don't listen.
[He says it with some concern, because even though he... uh... he didn't know Cas as well, he'd worried about him. Still thought about him, sometimes. Hoped he was still with Dean. There were utterings, here and there... He'd known Dean's whereabouts at times, even when they were parted, and Cas always seemed close behind his brother.
He picks at a frayed spot on his jeans beneath the counter, thoughtful. Kind of has the jitters even now, especially in his fingers when they're too still for too long, but it's faded more with time — and with, uh... drying up from demon blood.]
I'm sure he was scared what you'd think of him.
[He doesn't say it: Scared you'd leave him behind.]
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He doesn't say "too close to you, you mean", because it's not like he wants to be bitter about it. Praying to angels all his life and being pushed aside to the gutter was a whole different beast, and it's not exactly Castiel's fault.
So instead, Sam nods after a moment, supremely calm about it all. He'd known about the panic room door for a little while... mostly thanks to Lucifer. Sam knows (in theory, anyway) that it was just the devil making sure he was good and isolated from his prior connections to the world. Kept him from reaching out to Cas for help — because "none of the angels care for you like I do", and "Castiel won't help; remember what you are to him, Sam?" and "who do you think helped lead you to this moment?".
Emotional, psychological warfare isn't new. It just hurts whether it is or not.]
It seems like something the angels would do. They wanted it as badly as the demons, anyway. Seems like they'd have a, um... a Plan B for when their soldiers don't listen.
[He says it with some concern, because even though he... uh... he didn't know Cas as well, he'd worried about him. Still thought about him, sometimes. Hoped he was still with Dean. There were utterings, here and there... He'd known Dean's whereabouts at times, even when they were parted, and Cas always seemed close behind his brother.
He picks at a frayed spot on his jeans beneath the counter, thoughtful. Kind of has the jitters even now, especially in his fingers when they're too still for too long, but it's faded more with time — and with, uh... drying up from demon blood.]
I'm sure he was scared what you'd think of him.
[He doesn't say it: Scared you'd leave him behind.]