Dean died two years ago, and Sam never quite recovered from that.
Sometimes, Castiel (now wingless, but he doesn't mind so much, because he likes the rush of humanity) thinks he might understand how Sam feels, because he misseswants Dean - but then again, Castiel is not the brother. The brother's heart has not broken. It is simply not there.
Castiel, of course, hasn't seen Sam for nineteen months, but Bobby tells him these things.
Bobby holds the needle between his teeth, and pokes at the tightly-sewn gash on Castiel's upper arm. "Don't touch," he mutters around the silver, and then spits it into the med kit.
Castiel doesn't speak, and pulls his sleeve down. Rain lashes at the windows, and the house feels rickety around them.
Bobby pauses, flicks the box of bandages shut, and says, "I haven't seen Sam for a while." His voice is guarded. "Not since Chicago."
The razing of Chicago, Castiel thinks, because Sam still hadn't said yes after that. After all that death. "Do you think—"
"I don't think," Bobby snaps. "And neither should you, boy."
They're still not like family (like Sam and Dean and Bobby were, because Castiel understands how broken that family is now), but they're getting there.
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Sometimes, Castiel (now wingless, but he doesn't mind so much, because he likes the rush of humanity) thinks he might understand how Sam feels, because he misseswants Dean - but then again, Castiel is not the brother. The brother's heart has not broken. It is simply not there.
Castiel, of course, hasn't seen Sam for nineteen months, but Bobby tells him these things.
Bobby holds the needle between his teeth, and pokes at the tightly-sewn gash on Castiel's upper arm. "Don't touch," he mutters around the silver, and then spits it into the med kit.
Castiel doesn't speak, and pulls his sleeve down. Rain lashes at the windows, and the house feels rickety around them.
Bobby pauses, flicks the box of bandages shut, and says, "I haven't seen Sam for a while." His voice is guarded. "Not since Chicago."
The razing of Chicago, Castiel thinks, because Sam still hadn't said yes after that. After all that death. "Do you think—"
"I don't think," Bobby snaps. "And neither should you, boy."
They're still not like family (like Sam and Dean and Bobby were, because Castiel understands how broken that family is now), but they're getting there.