[ with a sad smile, cas reaches up to sweep away the tears clinging to lexa's cheeks, an affectionate, fond look in his eyes when smooths his palm over the side of her face. the weight of her focus, after that question, though, is more than he can meet with his eyes, and an arm around her curls to tug her against his side, flat palm at her back stroking over her spine. ]
No. [ cas answers quietly, his eyes dropped to his lap almost sheepishly. ] He'd refuse anyway.
[ castiel doubts there's any way to get dean winchester to do something like that if he doesn't want to. one of the things he admires so fiercely about the man - this iron will and morality he has, the simple goodness and heart within him. it's partly what inspired him to take this risk in the first place.
letting his eyes slip to the side, this isn't an admission he's proud of. ]
cw: suicidal ideation
No. [ cas answers quietly, his eyes dropped to his lap almost sheepishly. ] He'd refuse anyway.
[ castiel doubts there's any way to get dean winchester to do something like that if he doesn't want to. one of the things he admires so fiercely about the man - this iron will and morality he has, the simple goodness and heart within him. it's partly what inspired him to take this risk in the first place.
letting his eyes slip to the side, this isn't an admission he's proud of. ]
I don't plan to make it Dean's choice.
[ so, suicide. ]