"Bait?" Castiel replies, surprise in his tone, even though there shouldn't be. "That's why he brought you here?"
It's hard to imagine the Dean of years back being comfortable with a plan like that, but a lot has changed. Part of Castiel had been holding out hope that meeting up with Sam would have reminded Dean of some of the humanity he had left.
He laughs, bitterly. "Our fearless leader always has the job on his mind." He walks over to his cabinets and opens one of them, rummaging around. "If we do manage to kill Lucifer, I don't know if he'll be able to handle having nothing to obsess over."
Cas finds the bottle, pulls it out, and takes off the cap. He takes a deep slug, then holds it out to Sam. "This stuff's rare these days, but I've been lucky enough to hoard a few bottles."
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It's hard to imagine the Dean of years back being comfortable with a plan like that, but a lot has changed. Part of Castiel had been holding out hope that meeting up with Sam would have reminded Dean of some of the humanity he had left.
He laughs, bitterly. "Our fearless leader always has the job on his mind." He walks over to his cabinets and opens one of them, rummaging around. "If we do manage to kill Lucifer, I don't know if he'll be able to handle having nothing to obsess over."
Cas finds the bottle, pulls it out, and takes off the cap. He takes a deep slug, then holds it out to Sam. "This stuff's rare these days, but I've been lucky enough to hoard a few bottles."