[Castiel can tell when Dean's making a joke, and this one is even at his own expense, seeing how the two of them have already engaged in conversation down by the docks.
They're at the edge of the shoreline now, though at this point Castiel's said most of what he needs to. He wouldn't mind walking down the length of the beach, anyway, as the sound of the waves is oddly soothing. There's something orderly and predictable in a tide, something he can find comfort in.
Though Dean's trying his best to make up for his behavior in the past month or so, which Castiel appreciates. These things are not easy for either of them to say.]
I will. [Maybe he won't always want to talk about it, but if he does, at least he knows that Dean is open to it. That alone means a great deal.
Castiel bows his head, eyes fixed on his shoes which are slightly sandy now.] Thank you, Dean.
action;
They're at the edge of the shoreline now, though at this point Castiel's said most of what he needs to. He wouldn't mind walking down the length of the beach, anyway, as the sound of the waves is oddly soothing. There's something orderly and predictable in a tide, something he can find comfort in.
Though Dean's trying his best to make up for his behavior in the past month or so, which Castiel appreciates. These things are not easy for either of them to say.]
I will. [Maybe he won't always want to talk about it, but if he does, at least he knows that Dean is open to it. That alone means a great deal.
Castiel bows his head, eyes fixed on his shoes which are slightly sandy now.] Thank you, Dean.