[ Yes, Dean had told him to go, and Castiel has said that he would be back. So here they are. Castiel ignores Dean's reminder. Instead, he lets the door fall shut but unlocked behind him, and he closes the space between them and kneels next to Dean, the tray of food held in both his hands. ]
I assume you haven't been eating because you think the food has been laced with something.
[ The alternative is, of course, that Dean's trying to starve himself, either to die or to force his release, but Castiel willfully ignores that possibility. He looks at the food he's brought, a meager meal of mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and grilled chicken, with a plastic cup of water. There's nothing artful about it. It's a simple meal, but that's probably better for Dean, if he'll eat it. From the look of him, he wouldn't be able to keep much down, if he's even willing.
Castiel falls from kneeling to sitting beside Dean. He balances the tray on his thigh, close enough for Dean to reach without directly offering it to him. ]
I made this meal for you myself. There's nothing suspect about it. Though, if you'd still like me to taste it in front of you, I will.
[ Castiel explains, and he doesn't force the food on Dean, though he does lift the cup and all but press the rim of it to his lips. Drink, you stubborn idiot. ]
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[ Yes, Dean had told him to go, and Castiel has said that he would be back. So here they are. Castiel ignores Dean's reminder. Instead, he lets the door fall shut but unlocked behind him, and he closes the space between them and kneels next to Dean, the tray of food held in both his hands. ]
I assume you haven't been eating because you think the food has been laced with something.
[ The alternative is, of course, that Dean's trying to starve himself, either to die or to force his release, but Castiel willfully ignores that possibility. He looks at the food he's brought, a meager meal of mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and grilled chicken, with a plastic cup of water. There's nothing artful about it. It's a simple meal, but that's probably better for Dean, if he'll eat it. From the look of him, he wouldn't be able to keep much down, if he's even willing.
Castiel falls from kneeling to sitting beside Dean. He balances the tray on his thigh, close enough for Dean to reach without directly offering it to him. ]
I made this meal for you myself. There's nothing suspect about it. Though, if you'd still like me to taste it in front of you, I will.
[ Castiel explains, and he doesn't force the food on Dean, though he does lift the cup and all but press the rim of it to his lips. Drink, you stubborn idiot. ]