Green eyes awaited him when he eventually opened his eyes. Just the green eyes he'd been thinking about. He had expected their anger, their disappointment, but all they held was concern. They looked almost as concerned as their owner. Again he felt as though he was unworthy. He did not deserve Dean's concern. He did not deserve the smile that appeared in those eyes when they realised he was awake. He did not deserve the cracked voice still wrung with worry asking, "Cas?"
But for all that he did not deserve he got it anyway. And the very small part of him that did not yet hate himself, relished in the sound of the green eyed man's voice, and the insurmountable comfort that it brought to his cracked and damaged soul.