castiel squints into his cocktail. jack has said it again and again, but he can't believe how little he knows, how little he's been told. most of it, he understands, but this? there was nothing uniquely shameful in their meeting; in their first two years. except, perhaps, dean's time in hell, but how could jack not know? everyone knows. heaven, hell—
perhaps he doesn't.
he may as well assume he knows nothing, not even the obvious. ]
Me and Heaven? Jack...
[ there's no venom in it. he just wonders if jack never thought about it— because this, at least, should be more than obvious. ]
no subject
[ that's putting it lightly.
castiel squints into his cocktail. jack has said it again and again, but he can't believe how little he knows, how little he's been told. most of it, he understands, but this? there was nothing uniquely shameful in their meeting; in their first two years. except, perhaps, dean's time in hell, but how could jack not know? everyone knows. heaven, hell—
perhaps he doesn't.
he may as well assume he knows nothing, not even the obvious. ]
Me and Heaven? Jack...
[ there's no venom in it. he just wonders if jack never thought about it— because this, at least, should be more than obvious. ]
When Dean and I met, Heaven was my home.