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Dude, you remember who you're talking about, right? If some disaster struck right now, he'd be the first one there and that'd be a mess.

[ l: ]

I know. But you can't continue to assume he will make the same mistakes. [ Not when things are so different. There's a pause. ] He told me you have... explained very little to him - about his future.

Can you blame me? Nothing nice to say about what's down the road for him.

I think it's important to inform him of necessary details. Or have you forgotten the good he has also done?

Of course not. But why? Not like it'll serve him any good here-- our problems're different in space.

That may be true of our current situation, but it could change. No one knows what's going to happen here, Dean.

So what? Make him feel shittier than he already does about the future just 'cause shit might change. Yeah, no thanks.

[ he never wants to see sam at that point of giving up as back in the hallway before the jump. ]

[ He's quiet for a long while, expression a bit terse despite Dean being unable to see it. Then, there's the softest sound, like a sigh. ]

You can't protect him from everything.

I can here, from the stuff back home.

Omission is sometimes worse than the truth.

Yeah, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

I don't understand how that is relevant.

I'm just sayin'-- don't dish out advice you can't follow.

[ BEST PERSON TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS LBR ]

[ Oh no you didn't. ]

What do you think it is that I haven't told you? I thought that was our agreement - no secrets.

I don't know-- is there anything you wanna tell me? Not like I've seen you in a while.

You asked for help, and I gave it. You saw me then.

Yeah, well... [ but he just sounds disappointed now. ] You know what, forget it.

[ There's a very, very, very long silence. ]

-- where are you?

[ he almost asks why but whatever. ]

My patrol shift-- so the tenth floor right now.

[ He doesn't give a reply, wouldn't if he had asked. Rather, he finds himself on the tenth floor and at Dean's back without much warning at all. ]

You could have asked me to accompany you. [ In case he hadn't noticed the alteration in number designation or something. ]

[ a familiar flutter of wings and cas is there. dean stops and turns to look at him without a greeting. ]

Didn't really cross my mind. [ or maybe it had since he did end up messaging cas and all. ] Plus, don't want you mojoin' around when you're... you know, a glass half empty.

[ For a moment, it's almost the same as it's always been, but then he goes on, reminds him of what he's constantly aware of. Castiel looks off somewhere to the side. ] I'm fine. [ Not really though. It's the closest he'll bring himself to a lie. ] But I have been walking more. It's... tedious.

[ And tiresome. And boring. He's going to start complaining if Dean doesn't watch it. ]

[ dean isn't quite sure he buys it, but for now he just nods some, and then ends up snorting quietly. ]

Exercise, man. Nobody really likes it. [ and speaking of!! dean starts down the hallway since he is on patrol duty and all. follow along, angel. ]

You doin' any better in this place otherwise?

[ Don't tell him what to do!!! Except he's following anyway, quiet as he looks at the structure of the hallway rather than anywhere in Dean's direction. ]

I'm still adjusting. But I suppose that's to be expected. How are you?

[ Don't lie to him!! Even if it's strange to ask!! ]

[ dean just nods. it's not hard to remember what it was like to be new in this place, how long the adjusting really took. ]

Make any friends. Except for Spike-- heard all about that. [ eying so hard ]

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