Dean watches with sharp eyes, and when Castiel slumps, feels the fight bleed from his own shoulders, guilt rising up for the pained look on Castiel's face. "I'm sorry," he says as Castiel straightens and finally puts that damn angel blade away. Dean sheathes his own and slings it onto his back.
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Date: 2014-05-01 09:31 pm (UTC)"I didn't want to. Are you okay?"