He cleared his throat and all of a sudden found the slight scuff in the carpet really interesting.
"You gonna leave me guessing?"
"…………I need to get a translation on that."
"…………You ordering a Guiness in that voice of yours or are you… Uh… Never mind I got to… I left the tap on… In…. Uh…. The bathroom."
Castiel was unsure what to say. Every word that he thought to give voice to died just inside his mouth, never leaving his lips. Fear was in him, and humming along with it was grief, guilt at not returning right away and leaving them alone with Gadriel.
A strangled little noise was torn from Dean’s throat and he shook his head. An attempt to swallow down the ragged sobs was made, but he was not successful.
"You got nothing to be sorry for, Cas. I chose some Angel I didn’t know over you… i should have told you what was going on. You’re smarter than me, Cas. You would have figured it out sooner."
[text] Where did this suddenly come from?
For the moment, Dean did not struggle. He merely furrowed his brow as the strange man put the ancient restraints on him. It was only when the man took his gun that the Hunter really started to worry.
"Hey….! You don’t see me stealing your hardwear! Don’t take mine!"
He winced a little as Javert gripped his arm, but with narrowed eyes he nodded and and began to walk. Dean was sure that the way to quickly find out what was going on was to follow the man. Even though he didn’t like it.
[text] It was really important, Mal! Although if you do hear of some supermodels that need rescuing, let me know ;)
"I don’t understand, why would… no…" Castiel shook his head, "Gadriel was imprisoned for failure, not for malicious murder he wouldn’t…."
Cas’ eyes squeezed shut, and he drew the hunter into a wordless embrace.
He allowed himself to be held. Slumped against Castiel, his hands firmly clasped beneath his chin as if prayer was the only connection they had anymore.
"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Cas. I fucked up. I’m so so sorry."