[ Keys for both the door and the manacle are obviously the first course of action that needs to be taken, of course, and Castiel is jolted somewhat out of his shock by Dean's instructions. ]
Yes, I'll get you out of here.
[ He peels his fingers back from the door and sways back on his feet, but he hesitates, looking at the door, imagining Dean in the darkness behind it. Castiel doesn't understand. He's missing some vital piece of information, and it's important he discover it to make sense of all this and see Dean escorted out safely. He could question Dean, but Dean isn't in any state to be interrogated. Castiel needs to go, to find the keys, to find information.
He hesitates. He's only just found Dean again, and he's reluctant to leave him. Some fantasy-driven part of his brain tells him that he leaves, he might never see Dean again. A more realistic part warns him that the idea isn't that fantastic. How many other people have they kept down here like this, and passed these cells off as treasured supplies hoarded for some never-to-come holy celebration? ]
I'll be back soon.
[ Castiel offers, striving for confidence and reassurance in his voice, though he's sure it falls flat. It must. He has no idea what's going on or if he brings attention to it, if he'll be allowed to see Dean again. Reluctantly, numbly, he turns to go, because what other option do they have? ]
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Yes, I'll get you out of here.
[ He peels his fingers back from the door and sways back on his feet, but he hesitates, looking at the door, imagining Dean in the darkness behind it. Castiel doesn't understand. He's missing some vital piece of information, and it's important he discover it to make sense of all this and see Dean escorted out safely. He could question Dean, but Dean isn't in any state to be interrogated. Castiel needs to go, to find the keys, to find information.
He hesitates. He's only just found Dean again, and he's reluctant to leave him. Some fantasy-driven part of his brain tells him that he leaves, he might never see Dean again. A more realistic part warns him that the idea isn't that fantastic. How many other people have they kept down here like this, and passed these cells off as treasured supplies hoarded for some never-to-come holy celebration? ]
I'll be back soon.
[ Castiel offers, striving for confidence and reassurance in his voice, though he's sure it falls flat. It must. He has no idea what's going on or if he brings attention to it, if he'll be allowed to see Dean again. Reluctantly, numbly, he turns to go, because what other option do they have? ]