[ Everyone Cas has spoken to has implied that this world is ending. The alternative to not returning to their own version of reality is... What? If this world ends, where else does that leave them, but shuffled off to some other, possibly bleaker, immortal coil? He levies Dean with a tired stare. At least Dean's arguing with him again. It's better than the alternative, he supposes. Cas sighs, head dropping to his chest, and he stands. His hands rest on his hips as he looks at Dean, still so grateful to have Dean here, still so very, very tired. ]
Okay.
[ He's not sorry, but he's done arguing about it. ]
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Okay.
[ He's not sorry, but he's done arguing about it. ]