Sam turned at Cas’s quiet words, his surprise cutting through the haze. Cas? But he was their friend. Granted while he was under the influence of his addition to demon blood, Sam hadn’t earned the right to call anyone friend; but he really thought Cas had been on their side that summer. He turned to the angel with wide and somewhat confused eyes. “You? But .. Cas.. why? It started the Apocalypse..”
There was some kind of connection he needed to be making, but his alcohol infused brain stubbornly refused to cooperate. He was still sitting there, staring at Castiel in open confusion when Dean wobbled to his feet. The chair hitting the ground sounded like a gunshot and Sam was on his feet a second later, looking between his angry brother and Castiel, who hadn’t moved.
Sam knew firsthand how Dean’s anger tended to flare up before eventually petering out and he wasn’t sure how much of that Cas was prepared for. The angel was drunk and probably more than a little vulnerable to what Dean might say. He angled himself between the two, ready to intervene if need be.
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Date: 2011-03-13 02:25 am (UTC)There was some kind of connection he needed to be making, but his alcohol infused brain stubbornly refused to cooperate. He was still sitting there, staring at Castiel in open confusion when Dean wobbled to his feet. The chair hitting the ground sounded like a gunshot and Sam was on his feet a second later, looking between his angry brother and Castiel, who hadn’t moved.
Sam knew firsthand how Dean’s anger tended to flare up before eventually petering out and he wasn’t sure how much of that Cas was prepared for. The angel was drunk and probably more than a little vulnerable to what Dean might say. He angled himself between the two, ready to intervene if need be.