[ They could blame their never-ending shitty circumstances for why they don't have honest conversations about what they want and how easy it could be to get it but, lbr, it's just them. ]
I mean that literally.
[ What Cas would give to tell Dean that Sam just needs time, that he's traumatized in a normal, instead of a supernatural, way and therapy would help. How do you help not having a soul when you're not even in your home world? They're fucked, and Cas really really wishes he didn't have to be the one to explain to Dean, again, that he's lost Sam. Cas inhales quickly and holds it to savor the burn in his lungs as he answers Dean. ]
Souls aren't just little batteries that make people run until they don't. Having a soul is... what makes you human. Gives you morals. Lets you... sleep well at night. And all that jazz.
[ Cas is pretty sure he doesn't have one. But Dean? Dean's soul is beautiful... Probably not the time to wax poetic on it, though. He stares at Dean with wide, apologetic eyes and a mouth full of ash, and then leans forward, offering the joint to Dean wordlessly. ]
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I mean that literally.
[ What Cas would give to tell Dean that Sam just needs time, that he's traumatized in a normal, instead of a supernatural, way and therapy would help. How do you help not having a soul when you're not even in your home world? They're fucked, and Cas really really wishes he didn't have to be the one to explain to Dean, again, that he's lost Sam. Cas inhales quickly and holds it to savor the burn in his lungs as he answers Dean. ]
Souls aren't just little batteries that make people run until they don't. Having a soul is... what makes you human. Gives you morals. Lets you... sleep well at night. And all that jazz.
[ Cas is pretty sure he doesn't have one. But Dean? Dean's soul is beautiful... Probably not the time to wax poetic on it, though. He stares at Dean with wide, apologetic eyes and a mouth full of ash, and then leans forward, offering the joint to Dean wordlessly. ]