[ Cas sits in silence for a moment, in a stillness that has become unusual for him since everything inside of him has started rotting away, leaving the labyrinthine caverns of his own body too empty, still and silent.
It takes a moment to process, but... well. Of course.
Of course he'd wind up being the useless surplus.
Cas smiles in the vague direction of the sheets, then nods, shrugs, and drinks deep. What else is there to say or do. ]
You know. I did ask you about available assets...
[ He liked past!Dean, in no small part because it needled at his Dean, so turnabout's fair game, he supposes - for him to be confronted with the better make and model of himself.
Except it sounds as if there will be no escaping this one.
Of course the only voice ever reaching out to him... would be his own. And of course he ended up unwittingly, harshly, rejecting himself.
no subject
It takes a moment to process, but... well. Of course.
Of course he'd wind up being the useless surplus.
Cas smiles in the vague direction of the sheets, then nods, shrugs, and drinks deep. What else is there to say or do. ]
You know. I did ask you about available assets...
[ He liked past!Dean, in no small part because it needled at his Dean, so turnabout's fair game, he supposes - for him to be confronted with the better make and model of himself.
Except it sounds as if there will be no escaping this one.
Of course the only voice ever reaching out to him... would be his own. And of course he ended up unwittingly, harshly, rejecting himself.
There's some fucking poetry in here somewhere. ]