[ The questions are grating, and Castiel's answer to Dean is terse, because Castiel he doesn't have an answer. ]
I don't know why.
[ He looks down at the wound at his side and presses his fingers to it, as if touch alone might heal it, but of course all it does is leave his fingers bloody. He's never been cut off from Heaven's power before. He's never been stabbed with another angel's blade, either. It could be either of those things, or it might be divine retribution for the number of brothers and sisters he's killed. He has no idea why his grace isn't regenerating or if it will fully recover at all, and it's as frustrating as it is terrifying.
Whether he regains the lion's share of his grace or not, though, there are larger forces at work that still need seeing to. Dean needs to see to them. ]
I'll go with you. ...I'll try not to be a burden.
[ Starting right now. He sits up, and the wound in his side burns painfully, but it isn't so bad that he can't walk on it. He'd made it here, after all. He can go to wherever Dean needs to be. ]
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I don't know why.
[ He looks down at the wound at his side and presses his fingers to it, as if touch alone might heal it, but of course all it does is leave his fingers bloody. He's never been cut off from Heaven's power before. He's never been stabbed with another angel's blade, either. It could be either of those things, or it might be divine retribution for the number of brothers and sisters he's killed. He has no idea why his grace isn't regenerating or if it will fully recover at all, and it's as frustrating as it is terrifying.
Whether he regains the lion's share of his grace or not, though, there are larger forces at work that still need seeing to. Dean needs to see to them. ]
I'll go with you. ...I'll try not to be a burden.
[ Starting right now. He sits up, and the wound in his side burns painfully, but it isn't so bad that he can't walk on it. He'd made it here, after all. He can go to wherever Dean needs to be. ]