[He'd heard the same thing, from Naomi and her constant indoctrination - trying to fix what was broken in him. The same lines from his brothers, from the agents of heaven that loathed him and revered him for that flaw that set him apart.
Dean's reaching out, verbally, he's trying to mend fences that were already structurally sound, and Castiel doesn't interrupt him. He follows his logic, and watches the features of his face from beneath his eyelashes.] Dean, I followed you into rebellion. I fell because I believed in you, in your mission.
[And humanity. He'd been pulled back to heaven, realigned, turned into the perfect soldier time and time again. Each time, he found a way to defy it and to stay beside Dean despite all of his inner-working being wired against it.
When Dean goes on to talk about sexuality, Castiel just smiles - there's humor in that, for him, but not for Dean. His eyes are still rimmed red, mournful, moving onto fix heaven hadn't been easy for him. Jack needed him, heaven needed to be restructured and that came at the expense of Castiel's selfish desire to be with Dean. To protect him from what took him in the end.]
Dean, you don't have to justify your sexuality to me. I'm- not this. [It's his body, yes, and one that he'd been comfortable enough in to consider it a second skin but hew as more than it. More than any gender or sexuality, bigger than it by tenfold. It was what he had to marionette just to be close to him.]
I already told you, that you don't owe me anything - you keep trying. I know you want to make it right. Make sense of my sacrifice. My sacrifice already made sense. For you, for Sam, and for Jack.
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Date: 2022-02-12 06:06 pm (UTC)Dean's reaching out, verbally, he's trying to mend fences that were already structurally sound, and Castiel doesn't interrupt him. He follows his logic, and watches the features of his face from beneath his eyelashes.] Dean, I followed you into rebellion. I fell because I believed in you, in your mission.
[And humanity. He'd been pulled back to heaven, realigned, turned into the perfect soldier time and time again. Each time, he found a way to defy it and to stay beside Dean despite all of his inner-working being wired against it.
When Dean goes on to talk about sexuality, Castiel just smiles - there's humor in that, for him, but not for Dean. His eyes are still rimmed red, mournful, moving onto fix heaven hadn't been easy for him. Jack needed him, heaven needed to be restructured and that came at the expense of Castiel's selfish desire to be with Dean. To protect him from what took him in the end.]
Dean, you don't have to justify your sexuality to me. I'm- not this. [It's his body, yes, and one that he'd been comfortable enough in to consider it a second skin but hew as more than it. More than any gender or sexuality, bigger than it by tenfold. It was what he had to marionette just to be close to him.]
I already told you, that you don't owe me anything - you keep trying. I know you want to make it right. Make sense of my sacrifice. My sacrifice already made sense. For you, for Sam, and for Jack.