Silence

by SiSuHu

in which Castiel learns things about Dean. * DESTIEL * "But this might be some sort of stupidity, some sort of humanity, he might go through here. After all Cas is kind of falling, and not in that 'falling down because of gravity' kind of way..."

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

You listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

(John Green)

„Dean."

„Just leave it"

A little wink of his eye moved over his face, just like his hand that desperately tried to disguise it. He took another sip of the brown shining liquid off a not so clean glass and did a step sidewards.

„Dean."

Just a cold, annoyed look with raised brows, putting his forehead to deep layers, which denied decoding but not supposing everything.

„A conversation at this point would be rather appropriate" the angel spoke.

„A conversation at this point would be rather appropriate" he imitated, „Stop ranting like that"

„We need to talk about it, Dean"

„There's nothing to talk about, Cas. Just forget about it, it never happened, ok?"

Castiel didn't understand. „It has happened." he facted, his head tilted, as if that would help him comprehend.

Snorting and the sound of a glass that noisily found its new whereabouts. Dean took his jacket. One arm already in a sleeve, when he lifted his gaze and saw the bewildered angel, who looked like a human being, but would never be one. He couldn't see what was going on inside him. He couldn't understand. And nevertheless it made him stop and pause in his movement for a moment. Why would it be important to talk about something that is a mistake and was an accident. Completely absurd.

To declare something untrue or nonexistent against all better knowledge and not accept it, was highly illogical to Castiel. He wanted to file a complaint, but knew it was hopeless and free of chance, at least to this particular time. But still it was as if Dean wouldn't just deny definite facts, but after all also deny him. As an angel, as a human, as a being maybe, or simply him as a person.

Isolation was hardly not to see and not a bit to understand. An invisible but cloudy plate of thick refusal. Maybe even confusion of the facts and everything found good or at least true. Sooner or later he would have to deal with it. But to try and understand something through translucent glass would turn out senseless. You can see everything but catch nothing. And so the only thing he could do was to offer support in his denial.