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I just wanted to make amends.

"I'm sorry-- but... Amends? HA! Here, you, just sit with me, and have a drink..." And Rosemarie doesn't waste any time in pulling the (VERY cute!) brunet down to the chair next to hers, and offering him a swig of the bottle of peppermint schnapps she's currently drinking from herself, now.

Oh, Cas. You always mean well. Why does it seem to blow up in your face so often? [That's...probably a rhetorical question.]

[Allowing himself to be manhandled, Castiel takes the bottle, fiddles with it between his hands for a moment, twisting it back and forth in a way that's so undeniably human that he doesn't even notice he's doing it before grudgingly taking a sip. There's no real sensation of taste, just an afterthought of it in the back of his throat and, slightly disappointed, he hands it back to her.] I'm not sure it's really something to laugh about...

Oh, be quiet. [No. Just no. Balthazar, of all people, isn't allowed to judge him, okay?] At least I have intentions. Usually good ones.

I'm trying.

Everyone has intentions, love. All I'm saying is if you keep getting yourself in deeper and deeper, you should probably look at your mode of operating, or at least make sure you're not cursed in some fashion.

You're trying to get yourself annihilated. It might surprise you how few people want to see that happen.

Amends for what? You've only always had the best intentions in mind.

[Scoffs~] Cursed? It wouldn't surprise me. I probably inherited it from the Winchesters. [After all, they're his family now, aren't they? A simple case of bad luck is one thing but then there's the absolute and undeniable train wreck that is Castiel.]

Don't make a martyr out of me, Balthazar. I'm anything but that. [Just a rogue angel trying - and failing spectacularly - to do some good in the universe, that's all.]

Ah, of course. Because their problems are solely due to outside interference and never the result of poor decisions on their part. Yes, you do take after them. I see it now.

I'm not telling you you're a martyr, I'm telling you you're an idiot. [Harsh words, perhaps, but not without affection, and hopefully softened a little with a smile and a shake of his head.

...Maybe a step up from talking about the stick in his ass, either way.]

Amends eh? What'd you do this time, Angel?

And look where that's gotten us. [To Hell and back. Literally.] Even with the best will in the world, I've still managed to hurt more people than I can ever hope of saving.

You know, in their defence, that happens considerably less often than you'd expect. [Most of the time. If it's not a decision of theirs backfiring and blowing up in their faces, it's usually one of Castiel's instead.]

Maybe so. [He's an idiot when it comes to humanity that's for sure.] But even an idiot with good intentions knows when it's time to quit.

[smiles gently at Cas]. Sam and I have done the same thing. I know how you feel but I still think the good you've done out weighs the bad.

If you say so. [Balthazar is clearly skeptical, and while he's fond enough of the Winchesters to not smite them (and even to respond sometimes, if they call for him), he's never going to have much to say about them that's nice.]

Are you quitting, then? Does that mean I can finally retire, too? Brilliant, I'll see you on the shuffleboard court.

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