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Humans were so intricately complicated. They had conflicting emotions, fierce instincts and relationships that only continued to stun the angel. Dean Winchester considered himself a bad man, someone worthy of torture within hell, yet had given everything to protect his brother. It was a connection you hardly saw between angels, duty always outweighing bonds.

Castiel admired Dean for it. For being so selfless, even if the man couldn't see it for himself. It was a rare trait in humans - but an admirable one. Something that wasn't so admirable? Drinking. Castiel could practically taste the whisky molecules even from a distance.

" I don't think so, " Castiel can't help but disagree. Perhaps it wasn't something a heavenly being should be saying – but then again, most heavenly beings wouldn't risk diving into hell for a human.

" You had good intentions behind what you did – from what I gather, behind everything you've been doing. It may not always have a desirable outcome, but those are out of your control Dean. "

He hovers for a moment, glancing around before moving to settle on a seat near the hunter. Castiel's posture is rigid, uncomfortable. But his expression remains genuine, albeit on the stoic side. " It can't be easy for you. Having those memories. "

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@fracturals asked; you are justifiably angry, you had to make a terrible sacrifice. ( castiel @ dean )

Dean was on his third whisky when Castiel found him, alone. The hunter needed space and often found being alone helped him to process whatever he needed to. He was surprised how fast the Angel had found him but then he still didn't understand Castiel's abilities as an angel.

" It's what family does, like hell was I lettin' Sam die " his voice almost broke but he kept it together, Dean was drowning in an ocean of regret " The things I saw, Hell the things I did Cas, Maybe I deserved Hell "

Dean took another hit of whiskey, eyes filling with the tears he refused to release. Hell broke Dean, He didn't speak about the ways Alastair tortured him but he remembered every detail. You can't imagine the pain, Dean held on for thirty years as time moves differently down there but everyone has a breaking point.