Castiel lets his eyes rest on the lake as well, allowing Sam's words to sink in. "He sounds like a good man. Bobby."
He doesn't know enough to judge their father one way or another. Just knows he's glad Sam and Dean had this Bobby in their life, because it's obvious that this meant a lot.
"I can't swim," he confesses, because he doesn't know what else to say. Hates making things about him, frowns, and shakes his head. "Is it nice? Fishing, I mean."
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Date: 2014-10-30 12:21 am (UTC)He doesn't know enough to judge their father one way or another. Just knows he's glad Sam and Dean had this Bobby in their life, because it's obvious that this meant a lot.
"I can't swim," he confesses, because he doesn't know what else to say. Hates making things about him, frowns, and shakes his head. "Is it nice? Fishing, I mean."