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“I’m sorry,” Castiel says, “I’m sorry, Dean. It was just a dream.” He watches as Dean Smith processes the rejection, the hurt crossing his face, and the way he rapidly tamps it down. Dean opens his mouth to speak, but only works his jaw for a moment before he can get the words out.
“No,” Castiel says. He doesn’t shake his head, not wanting to dislodge the point of the blade from his throat. “I trust you.”
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