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[sitsherequietly]

It hurt, that realization that this was his fault and that he couldn't fix it.  Looking at Sam on the bed, that knowledge that this wasn't something he could touch and make better made him feel helpless, powerless.  He was still coming to terms with his memories, with everything he'd done, how he'd hurt the only people that had trusted him, that

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[righteous_bro]

When Dean had watched Cas approach his brother, it had been with trepidation. It wasn't that he didn't trust Cas--quite the opposite, really. He trusted Cas to do too much, really. His words weren't exactly reassuring, either. That was the kind of thing he and Sam generally said before they did something that should very well kill them. Still, he was rooted to the spot, watching Cas sit down next to Sam and work his mojo

[sitsherequietly]

"I am glad that he's doing well."

It was the Winchester Way, wasn't it, giving too much? With Dean, Sam and Bobby to learn from, was it any wonder that Castiel had picked up similar behaviors? He forced himself to sit up, and it took effort. His body felt heavy. He'd been through this before, at the end of the Apocalypse, in the weeks before they'd faced Lucifer. But, this was different. This wasn't just cut off from Heaven, this wasn't having pissed off an archangel, his Grace was gone. He sighed quietly, not meeting Dean's eyes at the quuestion

[righteous_bro]

Dean's hand was on Cas' back, helping him up before he could even think about it.

"Easy. It looks like that took a lot out of you, Cas."

He kept his hand on Cas' back long after he needed the support. Dean wanted to stay close in case Cas needed the extra help, but he also just needed the reminder that Cas was really there. Something was off. He didn't know what it was, but he could tell it was something.

"Thanks, Cas. I don't know how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. You saved him. If I hadn't found you..."

If he hadn't found Cas, he'd probably be completely alone right now. No Sam, no Cas, no Bobby... he wasn't sure he could have held on like that.

[sitsherequietly]

"I don't deserve thanks. If not for me Sam wouldn't have been broken. I was simply trying to correct my mistakes."

Honestly, he wished that there was more that he could do. He didn't want to leave the Leviathans on their shoulders, but he wasn't sure that there was really anything else that he could do for the Winchesters. He liked the warm pressure of Dean's hand against his back, that certainty it gave him of Dean's presence, that tingly feeling that hummed in his skin under the fabric.

"I just wish there was more that I could do to fix this. It should not be your responsibility."

He frowned, guilt glinting in his eyes as he faced the hunter. He had the sudden urge to ask Dean if the hospital had cheeseburgers, he was starving, and that old craving was suddenly there. His stomach made an awkwardly human noisy grumble of protest, which Castiel tried to ignore.

"I am sorry, Dean."