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Watching that scene in the hospital, after Dean had so much dumped on him, I just wanted Castiel to tell him something good. Well, kind of good, considering the method.
He Saved Me
"Alastair is dead." He wanted Dean to know. He wanted Dean to have that little solace.
"What?" the broken man looks at him.
He turns to look as well, "He's dead."
He almost expected an angry smirk, sarcasm, something that was 'Dean' as a response. He's not sure why he expected him to react happily. Dean just looks back, lips presses so tightly together Castiel isn't sure if that's why they quiver.
Humans cried with relief, didn't they?
"You killed him?" Dean whispers. He can see a tear escape.
"No." his head twists slowly away, Dean wouldn't want him to watch him shed tears.
"Uriel…didn't-"
"No." Castiel cuts him off; he'd rather not speak of his brother.
"What the hell then, Cas?"
He could almost smile at how much like Dean's old self that sounded, "Sam," and he looks back, "used his gift."
Dean groans, turns away. He misunderstood. "I thought you should know," Castiel doesn't fear for the younger brother like he used to, "He saved me."
Dean's head moves a fast as his wounds will allow. "Heh," is all he says, the shadow of a false smile touching his lips. Castiel was aware he was less interested in the state of Alastair, and more interested in the truth of the words he'd spoken.
Castiel waited for Dean to ask.
