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[evulsed]

[ Nothing, really. He's put together the pieces of what happened and he's annoyed more than anything. ]

You're a fool. Don't you know any better about what exists in those woods?

Why didn't you just ask her to find her lab?

[freetobe]

I did. We're apparently playing a game. I consists of me trying to find the lab while she provides no directions.

[evulsed]

Then you should drop it if you have any sense.

I saw your stupid friend at the church. The one you killed yourself for.

[freetobe]

You came to the church?

[ Pivoting. Pivoting... ]

[evulsed]

He was smashing it up. Of course I did.

[freetobe]

You care for the state of it.

[evulsed]

It's Maridel's.

[freetobe]

I understand. It's unpleasant to see something damaged that matters to someone you care about.

[evulsed]

Shut up.

This isn't the point.

[freetobe]

Of course.

[ He sees you Vanitas. And he sees someone with the capacity to care a great deal. ]

So Dean's needless agression upon innocent pews is not the point?

[evulsed]

[ The problem is that anything he feels is much too big; cataclysmic and out of control. His attachment to Solis is no different, and he has no bar to measure what it's supposed to look like against. ]

No.

You wasting your Light by going out there is the point. For people that only consider you as an afterthought, no less.

[ That's his interpretation, anyway. He didn't really bother to listen to anyone's arguments to the contrary. ]

[freetobe]

[ They dig in, those words. Whether Vanitas meant them to be weapons that cut doesn't matter when Castiel is himself so very good at taking what's handed to him to cut himself to ribbons on.

Nobody cares that you're broken Cas.

This is not an invitation. There's nothing to understand.

It's unfair to Dean to assume the worst, and yet oh so often Castiel believes that Dean thinks as little of Castiel as the angel thinks of himself. ]

And yet here I am, all that light in a brand new vessel that still looks the same and is as difficult to get to a fitting state of inebriation as the previous one. She brought me back just fine.

[evulsed]

You got lucky.

What's inebriation?

[freetobe]

A state of intoxication or drunkenness achieved by imbibing coprious quantities of alcohol.

[evulsed]

[ Yes, he knows what that is. He spent a good month so far off the deep end that he doesn't even really remember most of it. ]

With your careless friends?

[freetobe]

With a wide selection of bottles.

[evulsed]

Alone again.

[freetobe]

Alone again.