[ Castiel's eyes open, not to the description, but to the surprisingly gentle pressing of Dean's hand against his chest. He doesn't move, pinned by the light but firm press of Dean's hand and his own fluttering consciousness, but his head tilts slightly at Dean's question. ]
Us?
[ He parrots back, uselessly confused. Why would he need to go anywhere? Why would Dean go anywhere with him? They need to go home. That's why Uriel is here. To take them home. Where else would Dean take them? What other option is there. His right arm feels heavy, pain radiating through his shaking fingers in waves, but he lifts it just enough to rest his hand over Dean's on the gun. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what's happened. He doesn't want Dean injured more than he is; he doesn't want Uriel to die. ]
No. Uriel... is my brother. He'll care for us.
[ Don't shoot him, Dean. Castiel's eyes fall closed again, but he keeps his hand where it is, heavily rested over the top of the gun Dean holds and Dean's wrist, pressing it down. ]
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Us?
[ He parrots back, uselessly confused. Why would he need to go anywhere? Why would Dean go anywhere with him? They need to go home. That's why Uriel is here. To take them home. Where else would Dean take them? What other option is there. His right arm feels heavy, pain radiating through his shaking fingers in waves, but he lifts it just enough to rest his hand over Dean's on the gun. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what's happened. He doesn't want Dean injured more than he is; he doesn't want Uriel to die. ]
No. Uriel... is my brother. He'll care for us.
[ Don't shoot him, Dean. Castiel's eyes fall closed again, but he keeps his hand where it is, heavily rested over the top of the gun Dean holds and Dean's wrist, pressing it down. ]