these, our bodies, possessed by light - first there is the road ...
tell me we'll never get used to it.
“Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die.” ― Richard Siken
Cas just groans at all of it. He doesn't want to talk about any of it. It's all one big bundle of sore topics that he'd do anything at all to avoid. He has enough awkward painful crap with his own Dean, he really doesn't need to start anymore here with this one. This should be a vacation for him. A break from the apocolypse.
"Hey I have a better idea. Lets talk about how great it is that this hotel has free cable."
"I didn't come here to talk about free fucking cable, Cas." He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and letting his head thunk back against the headboard. "I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it, but maybe I'm trying to stop it from happening." He said, shaking his head before turning his attention back to the tv.
"I thought....I don't know. I thought things would be different, but the other me could barely look at you. He was so angry. I don't want that to happen."