"You tried to stab me in the heart," says Dean, letting Castiel look at him. He's as whole as he'd been ten minutes ago, however much heartache passed inbetween, that much is plain.
"You said they wouldn't let you stop until you killed me, but we stopped you." Dean touches the hilt of the sword hovering near his shoulder. "The sword took the hits, Cas, not me."
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Date: 2014-04-25 11:50 pm (UTC)"You said they wouldn't let you stop until you killed me, but we stopped you." Dean touches the hilt of the sword hovering near his shoulder. "The sword took the hits, Cas, not me."