[ It's tempting to lunge at Cas like he has everyone else, but instead he stays seated where he is, stinking and sweating and furious, because he sees the key in Cas' hand and maybe he's going to be freed, if only so he can take a shower. ]
You're either naive as hell, or incredibly stupid, Cas.
[ Dean tried to tell him, tried to warn him, to run. He offered to get them away from Uriel and now here they are, in this Hell that Dean sees no way out of.
Still, the expression on his dirty face is hopeful, eyes wide, looking up at Cas from under his lashes, staying very still as his clean hands touch the metal, the dirty skin of his neck. ]
What's going on? [ He asks, because all he hears is clicking, a key sticking, chain rattling. There is no telltale release of a lock, the chain doesn't fall away, and the faint glint of hope is snuffed out. ]
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You're either naive as hell, or incredibly stupid, Cas.
[ Dean tried to tell him, tried to warn him, to run. He offered to get them away from Uriel and now here they are, in this Hell that Dean sees no way out of.
Still, the expression on his dirty face is hopeful, eyes wide, looking up at Cas from under his lashes, staying very still as his clean hands touch the metal, the dirty skin of his neck. ]
What's going on? [ He asks, because all he hears is clicking, a key sticking, chain rattling. There is no telltale release of a lock, the chain doesn't fall away, and the faint glint of hope is snuffed out. ]