And then Castiel stiffens, as if expecting reprimand. Clings just a little harder, maybe - and what little strength he has must seem pitiful to Sam.
Tentatively, he looks up. There's doubt in his eyes, the steel behind blue eyes beaten down into something unnaturally delicate.
"I don't want to sleep alone."
But even small, delicate things can remember they have a sharp, willful edge or two. Even when Castiel looks like he expects a beating, both for speaking as if he's adhering to Jason's rules, and for declaring what he wants - forbidden according to Jason's rules.
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And then Castiel stiffens, as if expecting reprimand. Clings just a little harder, maybe - and what little strength he has must seem pitiful to Sam.
Tentatively, he looks up. There's doubt in his eyes, the steel behind blue eyes beaten down into something unnaturally delicate.
"I don't want to sleep alone."
But even small, delicate things can remember they have a sharp, willful edge or two. Even when Castiel looks like he expects a beating, both for speaking as if he's adhering to Jason's rules, and for declaring what he wants - forbidden according to Jason's rules.