“Shouldn’t you be comforting him, making him feel better?” Bobby snarled at me as he took a rough blanket from the backseat of the Impala and draped it over Dean’s shoulders. Dean was staring at the spot where Lucifer and Michael had been sucked into Hell.
“Have you spent time with him?” Dean snorted, finally showing some life. “Cas isn’t know for the warm cuddlies.”
“I am sorry, Dean.” It wasn’t much, but it was all I could say. He was right. I am not good at offering solace, but I could feel his pain. I didn’t care for it.
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#86 Solace
Date: 2010-07-22 05:23 pm (UTC)From:“Have you spent time with him?” Dean snorted, finally showing some life. “Cas isn’t know for the warm cuddlies.”
“I am sorry, Dean.” It wasn’t much, but it was all I could say. He was right. I am not good at offering solace, but I could feel his pain. I didn’t care for it.