[ In all likelihood, Dean's business in this town was finished, and he and Sam should have already moved on. Castiel is expecting to find an empty motel room, but with the Winchester's locations hidden from Heaven and their penchants for using aliases, it should be safe enough, even if they've left. Castiel expects Dean to have gone.
But there Dean is, and Castiel's knees go weaker to see Dean in front of him, alive and only just awoken but beautifully whole as Castiel had left him.... however long ago that night was. He'd lost track of time. More than a day. Dean takes the oil and Castiel releases his tight grip of it gladly. The shift of weight does make him stumble, but Dean is there to steady him. Dean shouldn't be there; Sam isn't, likely gone on another case. They've probably fought, and they can't be separated right now, when it's so dire that they support one another. It's another guilt on Castiel's shoulders, and he sinks a little heavier against Dean's hands, his eyes falling closed. ]
I'd said tomorrow. I'm sorry... I couldn't be on time.
[ He's dizzy, exhausted. He was weakened by the loss of Heaven's powers and now he's been injured further. His grace is dangerously dim. The room, even for the slant of pre-dawn light cutting through the curtains' edges, seems dark. But Castiel takes comfort in the strength of Dean's support and the knowledge that his mission, though gone horribly wrong, was still accomplished, and that oil should be more than what the Winchesters need for their next faceoff with the archangels. ]
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But there Dean is, and Castiel's knees go weaker to see Dean in front of him, alive and only just awoken but beautifully whole as Castiel had left him.... however long ago that night was. He'd lost track of time. More than a day. Dean takes the oil and Castiel releases his tight grip of it gladly. The shift of weight does make him stumble, but Dean is there to steady him. Dean shouldn't be there; Sam isn't, likely gone on another case. They've probably fought, and they can't be separated right now, when it's so dire that they support one another. It's another guilt on Castiel's shoulders, and he sinks a little heavier against Dean's hands, his eyes falling closed. ]
I'd said tomorrow. I'm sorry... I couldn't be on time.
[ He's dizzy, exhausted. He was weakened by the loss of Heaven's powers and now he's been injured further. His grace is dangerously dim. The room, even for the slant of pre-dawn light cutting through the curtains' edges, seems dark. But Castiel takes comfort in the strength of Dean's support and the knowledge that his mission, though gone horribly wrong, was still accomplished, and that oil should be more than what the Winchesters need for their next faceoff with the archangels. ]