Of course, saying goodbye to them hadn't been simple. Even though both Sam and Dean were nothing like themselves at the moment, Castiel knew the truth. It was their minds rather than their essences that had been tampered with, and the true Sam and Dean were hidden beneath layers of mental conditioning. One conversation clearly hadn't been enough to knock any sense into them, and having to watch them leave meant he may have just lost his only chance.
While he was upset, his anger at what had been done to them outweighed that. Of course, he also felt guilt that he'd been unable to prevent it, but seeing the two of them had given him purpose. The Apocalypse was still weighing on his mind as unfinished business, but the threat of Sam and Dean being lost forever was more immediate.
He tried to imagine how Dean would react if he ever found himself again and realized that his leg was gone. Would he blame him? Castiel would take that blame, but he got the feeling that Dean wouldn't end up pointing any fingers. Still, the thought of him trying to hunt when he was down one leg was...
No, he was getting ahead of himself. First he had to deal with reversing what had been done to them -- and in fact, before even that he had to rid his body of this infection it had been ruined by. His hope was that he would be able to meet up with Kratos and do some manner of investigation tonight, but for now he needed to fuel his body and get a small amount of rest.
Kobayashi wasn't here yet, so Castiel was able to seat himself at his desk and start to work on eating his dinner with the efficiency of an angel. It was even red meat, Jimmy Novak's favorite. Once he'd cut the slab of meat into pieces, he started chewing each morsel into a state he could swallow more easily before moving onto the next.
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While he was upset, his anger at what had been done to them outweighed that. Of course, he also felt guilt that he'd been unable to prevent it, but seeing the two of them had given him purpose. The Apocalypse was still weighing on his mind as unfinished business, but the threat of Sam and Dean being lost forever was more immediate.
He tried to imagine how Dean would react if he ever found himself again and realized that his leg was gone. Would he blame him? Castiel would take that blame, but he got the feeling that Dean wouldn't end up pointing any fingers. Still, the thought of him trying to hunt when he was down one leg was...
No, he was getting ahead of himself. First he had to deal with reversing what had been done to them -- and in fact, before even that he had to rid his body of this infection it had been ruined by. His hope was that he would be able to meet up with Kratos and do some manner of investigation tonight, but for now he needed to fuel his body and get a small amount of rest.
Kobayashi wasn't here yet, so Castiel was able to seat himself at his desk and start to work on eating his dinner with the efficiency of an angel. It was even red meat, Jimmy Novak's favorite. Once he'd cut the slab of meat into pieces, he started chewing each morsel into a state he could swallow more easily before moving onto the next.