Some things didn't make sense to Castiel.
Humans were always hurting each other, but the truly despicable humans never felt guilt. The kind, good, righteous humans always felt the most pain.
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
The words struggled inside of him every week when he watched Dean sit in the Impala. He knew, of course, what the man had done to Dean, but his rage at that was nothing compared to the surge of feeling when he realized what Dean did in the Impala behind motels on late and lonely nights.
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
As he watched the hunter cry in the dark, night after night.
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
As he watched the hunter take the sharpest blows without a word, but flinch at a tender touch.
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
He whispered as the hunter- his hunter- ran from the Impala, his heart beating faster than any non-human monster could cause.
Then it was his turn to sit alone in the prized car, sobbing. He cried for the five year old Dean, who wanted nothing more than to be a good son. He cried for the ten year old Dean, who was constantly told that he wasn't. He cried for the fifteen year old Dean, who was used in ways no one should be, but endured it all to protect his brother. He cried for twenty year old Dean, who was still convinced that he deserved it. He cried for Dean, who cried out of self-hatred, but could not cry for himself.
Some hours later, with only a throbbing headache as proof that the night had happened, Dean felt a dip on his bed.
"It wasn't your fault, Dean."
An arm was around him.
It felt nice.
Of course it felt nice. Of course he wanted it.
Pathetic.
Castiel witnessed the internal conflict, and was not surprised when Dean twisted out of the touch and turned his back, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed.
"Good night, Dean."
It wasn't your fault, Dean.
A/N: Sorry that this took so long to update! My summer got busy and I'm in college with 17 credit hours and I'm just super super busy.
Also, please forgive the craptastic writing, because I'm out of practice.