[ The most that Castiel could do for Dean is outside of this cellar. That's what he thought. It seemed like he couldn't do anything for Dean down here, but how very wrong he was. He holds Dean, he listens to his scared whispers, and holds him tightly, rubbing his back, breathing slowly, projecting calm. ]
It's alright. I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you until we can get you out of here.
[ That'll be... something to explain, but maybe once Naomi sees the state Dean is in, she'll be willing to give him a room upstairs, like he should have gotten from the start. And then once Dean is cared for, Castiel can focus on finding out how this could've happened, and who needs to be held accountable for it.
The thought of a just future is calming, and Castiel finds himself relaxing more with the resolve. He shifts Dean slightly in his arms, not letting him go, but maneuvering them to a position somewhat more comfortable until they're sitting against the wall again, almost like before, except that they're more tangled up in each other than side by side. Gently, Castiel leans back, just a little, to try to look at Dean's face and ask quietly. ]
May I have my phone back?
[ He could just take it from the nest of Dean's lap, but that seems... inappropriate, in more than one way. ]
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It's alright. I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you until we can get you out of here.
[ That'll be... something to explain, but maybe once Naomi sees the state Dean is in, she'll be willing to give him a room upstairs, like he should have gotten from the start. And then once Dean is cared for, Castiel can focus on finding out how this could've happened, and who needs to be held accountable for it.
The thought of a just future is calming, and Castiel finds himself relaxing more with the resolve. He shifts Dean slightly in his arms, not letting him go, but maneuvering them to a position somewhat more comfortable until they're sitting against the wall again, almost like before, except that they're more tangled up in each other than side by side. Gently, Castiel leans back, just a little, to try to look at Dean's face and ask quietly. ]
May I have my phone back?
[ He could just take it from the nest of Dean's lap, but that seems... inappropriate, in more than one way. ]