[ This isn't the first time Castiel's prayers have gone unanswered, though it's the first to happen in such blatant disregard to the expectations set for him by his faith. Castiel can see Dean's hand reaching for the gun at his back. The attendant begins to hunch down, ready to drop behind the counter. Castiel looks down, regretful. ]
I thought this meeting would go differently. I thought you would understand the reason why I was sent to find you.
[ But, no. There's no recognition in Dean's eyes, no acceptance. There's only rejection, the threat of violence, and Castiel is so familiar with those emotions in others, but he'd thought— he'd hoped— Dean would be different. He stands where he is, head down, blocking the door. ]
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I thought this meeting would go differently. I thought you would understand the reason why I was sent to find you.
[ But, no. There's no recognition in Dean's eyes, no acceptance. There's only rejection, the threat of violence, and Castiel is so familiar with those emotions in others, but he'd thought— he'd hoped— Dean would be different. He stands where he is, head down, blocking the door. ]