[Castiel watches himself, but without judgment. He can only imagine the horrors that would have broken the banks of a angel, so whatever is was the man before him deserved respect. Such a powerful creature, lost somewhere between madness and enlightenment, reduced to this.
But for Castiel to see himself this way... it moves him in a way he's never felt before. It's like he feels a certain protectiveness over the man before him, like it's his duty and his alone to ensure no further harm can come to him, but not like he considers himself to be the Winchester's guardian. This feels like he owes it to himself.]
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But for Castiel to see himself this way... it moves him in a way he's never felt before. It's like he feels a certain protectiveness over the man before him, like it's his duty and his alone to ensure no further harm can come to him, but not like he considers himself to be the Winchester's guardian. This feels like he owes it to himself.]
How are you, brother?