Raphael knows all too well how to push Balthazar's buttons. His jaw tightens, a brief but visible display of emotion, while his Grace churns with distress. And it's easy, very easy, to be ready to blame Crowley for Castiel's recent actions, both within Siren's Port and outside it.
Balthazar really wishes he could believe his brother was led astray by a demon. Or a human. Or God's Plan.
Do you think he actually-- he begins, then breaks off. It doesn't matter whether Crowley cares about Cas or whether he's using him for reasons of his own. He shakes his head, a wave of bitter frustration rippling across the mental connection. I still care, you know. In spite of all his mistakes. I'll never raise a hand to Castiel, and I'll always want the best for him. But I can't trust him any more. I can't trust him.
I'm not sure what to do. Not that he was ever sure what to do. Certainly not since he Fell. Somehow, now, it's gotten even worse.
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Balthazar really wishes he could believe his brother was led astray by a demon. Or a human. Or God's Plan.
Do you think he actually-- he begins, then breaks off. It doesn't matter whether Crowley cares about Cas or whether he's using him for reasons of his own. He shakes his head, a wave of bitter frustration rippling across the mental connection. I still care, you know. In spite of all his mistakes. I'll never raise a hand to Castiel, and I'll always want the best for him. But I can't trust him any more. I can't trust him.
I'm not sure what to do. Not that he was ever sure what to do. Certainly not since he Fell. Somehow, now, it's gotten even worse.