castiel
Castiel sat in his dark room, staring at nothing. God dammit....
He checked through his messy drawers for a shirt to put on and groaned. "God dammit!" He whispered fiercely.
Cas wanted to punch a wall. He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel again dammit!
Dean Winchester. The boy he was supposed to kill months ago. Dean Winchester. The one person who has shown him kindness and hope. Dean Winchester. The man he has fallen in love with in the span of three months.
What the hell are you thinking?!
He should leave. He should just act like he needs to pack up and go, and never see Dean again. Well, of course he would see Dean since he was trapped here...
I can't do this I can't do this...
He has told him too much... about his boyfriend (but not the details) about his dreams being crushed... and he almost told him about his death...
Keep it together... kill him... kill him....
Cas then crouched down in the middle of his dark room and put his hands over his face. "Shit..."