[ Dean stills halfway through a heavy sigh, expression falling more than a little at Castiel's words. Because there it was, something he could do nearly nothing about. Castiel was pushing everything else away because of this, everything including him, because he was terrified of fucking it all up. And really, who out of all of them, hadn't screwed something up? What hadn't he done wrong, what hadn't Sam- out of all the good things they'd managed, they'd done just as many awful and Dean couldn't deny it.

He couldn't take any of it back. ]

Did you break me? Huh? Did you? [ It's the first thing he can think of to say, his mind still reeling back to the moment he was dragged from Hell. It felt like eons ago but it still counted for something, right? But it was just as likely that Cas would come up with some part of that he'd screwed up too and what could Dean say to that. ]

I get it, okay. You know I do. Freaking out, thinking you can't make any of this right. But Cas, you can't skip out on me here. I need you. Your help, your screwups, all of it. And I know, you don't want to fuck it up, I know you. But you're not gonna break this.