[ castiel flashes a look of sympathy, as though to say i'm sorry, though he knows his sympathy means nothing. he can't do anything. he can't help. he has no idea how they got into the situation they did, assuming it's true, and he doesn't believe that's the universe he'll be returning to even if it is.

useless. ]

Would you believe that releasing Lucifer from the cage weighs comparatively light on my list of sins?

[ and isn't that the joke? honestly. what kind of life has he led, that he can say such a thing? ]

Thomas, why don't you just bring the bottle? —The vodka, not the pickle juice.