i loved you with the fire red, now it's turning blue.

[letmetouchit]

[He didn't understand it. Love. Why she spoke of it and soon fled afterward. It wasn't an emotional response that he could come to terms with. He cared for Dean, enough to leave him be, but he never would have used the word love himself. He learned much from humanity, but he never allowed himself to be that open. He was always shamefully faithful

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[gracereturning]

[ Disappearing on him was painful for her. She didn't want to leave him there. She didn't want him to be on his own, helpless, but how he'd treated her... how he'd talked to her... She hadn't had much choice.

But now she's starting to worry again. To wonder. And, once more, she appears in his room without warning, just next to him. Just in time to turn toward him and tap her fingers to his forehead, healing the tiny nicks. ]

Hello, Castiel.

[letmetouchit]

[Cas cleaned his hands of the shaving cream with a spare towel, knit brows, a look of confusion on his lips as he regarded her with little more than a nod as he passed toward the couch. He wasn't sure what to say. What he could say. Sorry? Not without understanding what she meant and why she behaved the way the she did. He'd always been analytical like this. He couldn't face what he couldn't comprehend.]

[gracereturning]

[ At least he never changes. Consistency is a small form of comfort. ] Are you alright?

[letmetouchit]

[ Castiel took a seat on the couch and took out a cardboard box.] I am. I have something called hohos that the television said were delicious. They were at the gas station next door.