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He looks up to Dean, his lip dropped in a slight frown as he did so.

... I can not be of any assistance to you, Dean?

You wouldn't want to be.

You are mistake, It would mean my being by your side.

What is this job that you must accomplish, Dean?

I'm planning...uh....

I got C4. I'm going to bomb the places I know are hiding places for Lucifer.

.... What of the innocents in those areas, Dean?

I don't care anymore.

He looks slightly hurt by that.

...Dean.

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He feels bad that Cas is hurt at that.

I...People will die anyway.

You are to aid these people, Dean. Not help in their destruction.

You are better than that.

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You don't know what I'm capable of, Cas. That's for the other Deans. The ones who still have a chance. I don't.

You speak as if you have given up already.

However the reason you were sent back in to the past was for the very reason of giving you a chance, Dean Winchester. I think it to be rather foolish for you to throw away such a gift so lightly.

What was the reason why I did come back? To beat Lucifer? We already know I'm not capable of doing that.

You have experience, Dean. Knowledge none of the other Deans have, perhaps it is for that reason you were brought back here.

For your knowledge.

My knowledge? How about my ability to turn my back on my friends? How about how well I can torture some demonic fucker?

There is no reason for me to be here.

You have learned from your mistakes, Dean. Your sins.

At this Castiel swallowed, his eyes falling to the ground.

.....I am not reason enough.

It was said more as a statement of recognition than a question. Castiel had to battle the hurt in his voice.

I'm still going to end up in the same place, Cas.

Dean grew quiet, rubbing the back of his neck. The hunter from the future didn't look away from the angel before stepping forward a little.

That's not true...

This is a second chance , Dean. An opportunity to follow the correct path.

The angel stepped back, hid hands folding in to his chest as he smalled himself away from Deans touch, his gaze remaining on the ground.

It is what you have just said, Dean.

I don't know what the correct path is though. Outside of...saying yes to Michael.

He hung his head a bit before shrugging a bit.

I'm sorry, Castiel.

He runs his hand through his hair before just giving a small grin.

You mustn't do such a thing.

Castiels head snapped up, looking quite angry for once as he looked up at the taller hunter with fierce blue eyes.

I will never forgive you if you do. It isn't the way. It would destroy you.

You told me to take the correct path, Cas. That's the only path we never took. The only one we didn't.

He shuffles his feet for a moment before walking over to where his duffle bag was and setting it at angel's feet.

I won't. Not for me though. For you. I won't for you.

He fell silent, knowing where Deans logic came from in and in the scheme of things Castiel knew heaven agreed. However Castiel simply... could not. He could not agree to such a horrible task, there was no way his father would allow such a thing. The bag was dropped at his feet and the angel looked up to Dean, his head tilted and his eyes curious. He closed his eyes briefly, taking in a breath before he stepped in closer to the blond and placed and hand on the back of Deans neck, pulling his close so that their foreheads were touching. So Dean could feel the love and warmth Cas felt for him radiate off his skin.

You are worth far more than you ever give yourself credit for, Dean Winchester.

He didn't fight getting pulled closer to the angel, he just allowed the feelings that Castiel was giving off to wash over him. Reassurance. It was one of the things he missed while the angel was away. He didn't exactly want to say that he was feeling that he was at the end of his rope but he really was. At least if he said yes to Michael the present Deans would be unaffected by the loss.

Usually takes a while for me to get in with the big picture, Cas. I usually need diagrams and...~~I missed you~~. And people just have to explain it to me a lot.

Self inflicted punishment. It was something all the Deans placed upon themselves, but none more so then Dean from the future. He had much to be sorry for, but Castiel forgave him still. Knowing deep in the mans heart he was the same Dean, and he was a good man. Castiel did not mind being the reassurance Dean needed, it pleased him to aid the man in some way. He knew Dean was at his wits end, and so Cas offered himself in which way he could. His touches were soft and reassuring, his fingers brushing over the hunters jaw as he looked up to Deans green eyes. Castiel felt like he knew every freckle that graced Deans features perfectly.

It is alright, Dean.I... I understand.

....I missed you as well.

The hunter didn't count on the fact that this was something he'd inevitably feel as though he needed. Support. Reassurance. The fact he now had someone to lean onto when he needed it. He wouldn't admit to needing someone like that but for the most part. Castiel was the only one he trusted enough to even allow remotely close to him as he sighed softly and leaned his head against his again.

He didn't help the smile that tugged at his lips before taking in a deep, relieved breath in. "So...where did you disappear too anyway?"

Support. Reassurance. It was something everyone needed, so Dean should have felt no shame in the need of such affections. It was something that Dean required, but would not admit. Luckily Castiel seemed to be a master at interpreting just what it was that the hunter required and could give such relief with out ruining his sparkling reputation. It was the perfect balance for Deans life even if he did not realize it. When the hunter leaned against Cas once again the angel let out a content sigh as his eyes remained attached to deans.

"I had work to finish, research. For our battle." He replied softly as his fingers drifted down from the hunters jaw along the line of his neck.