I was having a fluffy moment after Dark Side of the Moon.
Believe
Dean slid into the bed, his face solemn.
Castiel was already lying down, facing him, but not really seeing him. He stared straight through him, through the walls, through the universe.
Dean reached out and ran his fingers lightly along the side of Cas' face.
"It'll be okay," Dean whispered.
Cas closed his eyes and leaned into Dean's hand.
"We'll figure it out," he continued. "We'll find another way. We don't need him."
"I believed," Cas said tearfully. "I believed he would be able to help us. That he would help."
"So you've got a deadbeat dad. So does half the world. Hell, my dad was constantly letting Sam and I down."
"How do you forgive him?" Cas asked, not understanding.
Dean shrugged. "You gotta just look past it. Learn to not let it bother you."
"Did you believe in him?"
"Who, my dad?"
"Mine," Cas corrected.
"I…" Dean tried. "I think I wanted to. I wished so badly that he'd help us."
"But?" Cas prompted.
Dean was quiet a moment. "But it would have been too easy. After all the hell we've been through, all the work we've put into this, he's just gonna show up and make things better? Seemed too easy. If he'd ever planned to help, he would have long before now."
Cas nodded slowly. Dean pulled him closer and kissed him.
"We'll figure something out," he assured, his voice barely above a whisper.