Oh, it was definitely an ambush. Sam wasn't here, there was just Dean sitting at the table alone, waiting for him, and Castiel faltered on the steps, hesitating halfway down. He put his hands down into his pockets, so Dean couldn't see his knuckles going white as he clenched his hands into fists at his sides.
It was his fault. After what had happened, he deserved to be raked over the coals for what he'd done, torn to pieces. If he hadn't been so weak, then Dean would have been safe. Lucifer had come after him because he meant so much to Castiel, after all; there was no other reason.
And what he'd done...what he'd put Dean through? There was no forgiveness for that.
His eyes hung low, and he stepped off the last few steps like he was walking right into Hell itself. Again. He approached the table slowly, hovering right far away on the other side of the table.
nope it's good!
It was his fault. After what had happened, he deserved to be raked over the coals for what he'd done, torn to pieces. If he hadn't been so weak, then Dean would have been safe. Lucifer had come after him because he meant so much to Castiel, after all; there was no other reason.
And what he'd done...what he'd put Dean through? There was no forgiveness for that.
His eyes hung low, and he stepped off the last few steps like he was walking right into Hell itself. Again. He approached the table slowly, hovering right far away on the other side of the table.