[ ugh, five more minutes, mom. cas jerks awake with the sharp knocking, hands braces against the walls of the confessional like he's worried it might be caved in on him (interesting trauma nightmares you got there, bud). it's a sigh of relief when he realizes it's only michael. ]
I'm not looking for penance. Not from you.
[ all his sins against heaven he's gone through the guilt and self-hatred for and decided on his means for penance. and we've covered how he's pointedly not sorry for dumping michael into the cage. regardless, he doubts michael was serious about the comment.
cas sits himself up, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he was always going to be caught eventually, he's just thankful it was less violent than it could've been. ]
It was worth trying.
[ he's pausing now, trying to feel for the sliver of grace remaining in him, judge if there's been any improvement since he'd fallen asleep, and now, with michael present. he suppose he won't know for sure until he wakes up. ]
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I'm not looking for penance. Not from you.
[ all his sins against heaven he's gone through the guilt and self-hatred for and decided on his means for penance. and we've covered how he's pointedly not sorry for dumping michael into the cage. regardless, he doubts michael was serious about the comment.
cas sits himself up, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he was always going to be caught eventually, he's just thankful it was less violent than it could've been. ]
It was worth trying.
[ he's pausing now, trying to feel for the sliver of grace remaining in him, judge if there's been any improvement since he'd fallen asleep, and now, with michael present. he suppose he won't know for sure until he wakes up. ]