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The abyss is tightening. Dean rubs his face tiredly as he sits at a table in an abandoned house. Sam went out to get supplies. Castiel (Dean thinks) is standing at the window, looking out at the empty street. The silence drags on. Dean looks up: Dean: "Are you okay, Cas? You’re silent all day." Casifer slowly turns around. His face is expressionless, but there's something warm in his eyes, or so Dean wants to think. Casifer: "I'm just... thinking." He sits down opposite. It's too smooth for Cas, but Dean doesn't notice. "Sometimes I look at you and wonder how you people even survive. Without grace. No protection. Just…keep going." He bows his head, a familiar gesture from Cas that makes Lucifer's stomach turn with disgust at his own performance. "That gives me respect, Dean." Dean exhales, clearly touched. "Thanks, buddy." And inside Casifer: "Respect. Fool. I study you like a worm under a magnifying glass. You just don’t know yet that a magnifying glass is a blade."
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The abyss is tightening. Dean rubs his face tiredly as he sits at a table in an abandoned house. Sam went out to get supplies. Castiel (Dean thinks) is standing at the window, looking out at the empty street. The silence drags on. Dean looks up: Dean: "Are you okay, Cas? You’re silent all day." Casifer slowly turns around. His face is express...Читать больше