[ It's exactly the kind of fear of isolationism Dean is experiencing that draws this cult family together. Castiel knows Dean is estranged from his relatives. That's just one more reason why Castiel had been sure that Dean would accept his offer to join their family. ]
We take care of one another. Relying on people who aren't members of the community is... discouraged.
[ Including, yes, police and hospital services. And Dean, which is why he's being made to earn the community's trust, though it was Castiel's understanding that God had already granted it to him. At the expression of relief, Castiel meets Dean's eyes, and it's difficult not to take the words warmly to heart (mostly because it's Dean who's saying them, Castiel realizes, distractedly), but there's nothing there but the desire for survival. Without Castiel, Dean would likely simply starve to death and never manage his mistake. Castiel is a tool in Dean's workshop, and that's fine. Being a tool of God's chosen is all Castiel really wanted out of his life, anyway.
With a glance towards Dean and the discarded tray, he stands and leans over, only just enough to grab the bucket and drag it over. He places it between them, dips his hands in the soapy water, which is steaming lightly, and wrings out a clean washcloth. He looks at Dean expectantly. ]
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cultfamily together. Castiel knows Dean is estranged from his relatives. That's just one more reason why Castiel had been sure that Dean would accept his offer to join their family. ]We take care of one another. Relying on people who aren't members of the community is... discouraged.
[ Including, yes, police and hospital services. And Dean, which is why he's being made to earn the community's trust, though it was Castiel's understanding that God had already granted it to him. At the expression of relief, Castiel meets Dean's eyes, and it's difficult not to take the words warmly to heart (mostly because it's Dean who's saying them, Castiel realizes, distractedly), but there's nothing there but the desire for survival. Without Castiel, Dean would likely simply starve to death and never manage his mistake. Castiel is a tool in Dean's workshop, and that's fine. Being a tool of God's chosen is all Castiel really wanted out of his life, anyway.
With a glance towards Dean and the discarded tray, he stands and leans over, only just enough to grab the bucket and drag it over. He places it between them, dips his hands in the soapy water, which is steaming lightly, and wrings out a clean washcloth. He looks at Dean expectantly. ]
Hold out your hands.