[ He deflates a little, putting his hands in his pockets before shaking his head. Dean isn't sure what he wants, really - an argument, an agreement, some...semblance of that tiny slice of hope he's somehow gained.
They're not really 'hoping' people though, are they. ]
Nothing. It's -- it doesn't matter.
[ He wets his lips, glancing at Cas' dirty jeans and hands. ]
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They're not really 'hoping' people though, are they. ]
Nothing. It's -- it doesn't matter.
[ He wets his lips, glancing at Cas' dirty jeans and hands. ]
What're you doing out here?