A bus crash? Well, that was almost the truth, but Dean's mind had been tampered with enough to make him think that it had been some time ago and that it had occurred during the day. That wasn't much of a surprise. Castiel remembered how it had been for him when he'd been brainwashed, how he'd been convinced that all of those nighttime activities had been delusions.
"Of course," he said, needing to play a part even though he didn't think of himself as a good liar. In this case, it would probably be good enough, since he was telling them the things that they wanted to hear. "I don't know how I could have forgotten that."
He had to wonder, though: did that mean Dean had truly lost his leg during their attempt to steal the bus that night? Or had they cut it off for some other reason? Perhaps the way it had happened didn't matter as much as the fact that Dean was now walking on a prosthetic, and Castiel was at least partly responsible for that.
If Dean had known who he was at the moment, would he have blamed him?
"They're treating me fine," he said in response to the question, but it wasn't himself he wanted to talk about. After staring down at his hands for a few moments, he lifted his head to meet both of their gazes. "But how about the two of you? How have you been managing since being released?" He needed to know what they'd been doing, where they lived if possible. Any information he could glean might be enough to help him save them someday.
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"Of course," he said, needing to play a part even though he didn't think of himself as a good liar. In this case, it would probably be good enough, since he was telling them the things that they wanted to hear. "I don't know how I could have forgotten that."
He had to wonder, though: did that mean Dean had truly lost his leg during their attempt to steal the bus that night? Or had they cut it off for some other reason? Perhaps the way it had happened didn't matter as much as the fact that Dean was now walking on a prosthetic, and Castiel was at least partly responsible for that.
If Dean had known who he was at the moment, would he have blamed him?
"They're treating me fine," he said in response to the question, but it wasn't himself he wanted to talk about. After staring down at his hands for a few moments, he lifted his head to meet both of their gazes. "But how about the two of you? How have you been managing since being released?" He needed to know what they'd been doing, where they lived if possible. Any information he could glean might be enough to help him save them someday.