"I'm just glad you made it through," Dean says, the relief he feels coming through in his voice. "Anyway, you know who has scars? Survivors."
He hopes that's more encouraging. It's the truth too. Angel or not, Cas is a strong fucker. If he can survive all this, he's going to be fine.
"Uh, I wrapped them up in some sheets. They're locked in the pantry. I thought maybe, once you're ready and feeling up to it, we could uh, give them sort of a hunter's funeral."
Dean reddens a little as he suggests it. It sounds kind of ridiculous saying it out loud.
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Date: 2021-02-24 03:29 am (UTC)He hopes that's more encouraging. It's the truth too. Angel or not, Cas is a strong fucker. If he can survive all this, he's going to be fine.
"Uh, I wrapped them up in some sheets. They're locked in the pantry. I thought maybe, once you're ready and feeling up to it, we could uh, give them sort of a hunter's funeral."
Dean reddens a little as he suggests it. It sounds kind of ridiculous saying it out loud.
"Or not...whatever you want. They're...yours."