[ It burns to be insulted by someone, an outsider who doesn't know anything about his family, and if it were anyone other than Dean, Castiel would argue fiercely as to the opposite. But, in Dean's case at least... He's right. Castiel was painfully naΓ―ve, or stupid to trust Naomi, or whoever it was that ordered Dean be treated this way. Any way he thinks about it, though, it doesn't make sense. This isn't what God, or Michael, intended for Dean. Castiel knows that. He knows it. This is a mistake. He doesn't expect Dean, or even Naomi to understand.
Unfortunately, Naomi is the one they have to deal with, until Castiel figures some other way to contact someone in their community above Naomi's station without jeopardizing his own, or Dean's, position. Naomi, who gave Castiel a key to Dean's door, but not his collar. Castiel takes the key back and looks at it in his hand. He doesn't want to say out loud to Dean what must be obvious, but Dean deserves to hear the truth.
"Naive as hell, or incredibly stupid." ]
The... key I was given wasn't intended to release you, apparently.
[ Obviously. Castiel looks at the ground instead of at Dean. The stone floor is filthy. There's an entire tray of food that's started to rot, adding to the stench. Castiel's voice is stiff even for him, as if his throat is attempting to close in on itself. ]
I asked that my direct superior, my sister Naomi, release you into my custody. She said that she didn't trust me, and that I needed to convince you to stay, peacefully, before that trust is regained.
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Unfortunately, Naomi is the one they have to deal with, until Castiel figures some other way to contact someone in their community above Naomi's station without jeopardizing his own, or Dean's, position. Naomi, who gave Castiel a key to Dean's door, but not his collar. Castiel takes the key back and looks at it in his hand. He doesn't want to say out loud to Dean what must be obvious, but Dean deserves to hear the truth.
"Naive as hell, or incredibly stupid." ]
The... key I was given wasn't intended to release you, apparently.
[ Obviously. Castiel looks at the ground instead of at Dean. The stone floor is filthy. There's an entire tray of food that's started to rot, adding to the stench. Castiel's voice is stiff even for him, as if his throat is attempting to close in on itself. ]
I asked that my direct superior, my sister Naomi, release you into my custody. She said that she didn't trust me, and that I needed to convince you to stay, peacefully, before that trust is regained.