[ She could afford to be more wary. Cas has been learning. The more time he spent in this fight, the more time he'd spent with Dean, among humans, around demons and his fellow angels, the better he had learned, and while there was still scope for so much more, Cas could at least lie. The fact that he held her gaze while he did it was simply because he didn't know how else to behave, how else to express himself.
She was holding his blade. He had to risk his life on it. His eyes flickered down, however, as she came into touching range: because touching range was stabbing range, and because it was unexpected, made his body jerk briefly underneath the unexpected almost ticklish sensation prickling across his skin. He snapped his gaze back up to her, but it was too late. Strange. He expected pain. Pain was something he understood. This was different.
He shook it off as best as he could, attempted to regain his footing on the conversation, almost blundering out that they had clearly been wrong, misled. His mouth opened to form the words, but he closed it tight again, eyes narrowing instead.
She wasn't going to unsettle him. Certainly not with...with gentleness. ]
You were...helpful.
[ Sure. That was totally all it was. He doubted that was the reason now, doubted it with a fierce dislike that curled in his belly. Heaven had misled him, misled them, held him, and the Winchesters, and whoever else who stood in their way, up as sacrifice. The thought angered him visibly, his teeth clenching. ]
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She was holding his blade. He had to risk his life on it. His eyes flickered down, however, as she came into touching range: because touching range was stabbing range, and because it was unexpected, made his body jerk briefly underneath the unexpected almost ticklish sensation prickling across his skin. He snapped his gaze back up to her, but it was too late. Strange. He expected pain. Pain was something he understood. This was different.
He shook it off as best as he could, attempted to regain his footing on the conversation, almost blundering out that they had clearly been wrong, misled. His mouth opened to form the words, but he closed it tight again, eyes narrowing instead.
She wasn't going to unsettle him. Certainly not with...with gentleness. ]
You were...helpful.
[ Sure. That was totally all it was. He doubted that was the reason now, doubted it with a fierce dislike that curled in his belly. Heaven had misled him, misled them, held him, and the Winchesters, and whoever else who stood in their way, up as sacrifice. The thought angered him visibly, his teeth clenching. ]