Well, from what I can tell, he hasn't gone, uh... casting any Unforgivable Curses. So. Maybe you're right.
[ It'd be nice, wouldn't it? The image of a graveyard with the tombstones all blown back sits heavy in Cas' mind, but he doesn't bring it up. What harm could it do, waiting a little longer? Dean knows his brother best, and Cas trusts Dean to do what he needs to do. That memory, an invented one, of the Colt lying, recently fired, at Dean's side, and Lucifer standing over him is far worse than any mistake some other version of himself might've made.
Cas takes the joint back, fingers more than brushing over Dean's as he takes it, and his eyebrows lift and he's grinning even before he inhales again. ]
Maybe he's just like us.
[ Like Dean said. Not soulless (or whatever brand of empty Cas is these days), but sure as hell not sleeping through the night either. ]
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[ It'd be nice, wouldn't it? The image of a graveyard with the tombstones all blown back sits heavy in Cas' mind, but he doesn't bring it up. What harm could it do, waiting a little longer? Dean knows his brother best, and Cas trusts Dean to do what he needs to do. That memory, an invented one, of the Colt lying, recently fired, at Dean's side, and Lucifer standing over him is far worse than any mistake some other version of himself might've made.
Cas takes the joint back, fingers more than brushing over Dean's as he takes it, and his eyebrows lift and he's grinning even before he inhales again. ]
Maybe he's just like us.
[ Like Dean said. Not soulless (or whatever brand of empty Cas is these days), but sure as hell not sleeping through the night either. ]