The bunker's war room fell silent. Dean's jaw tightened. Sam rubbed a hand over his face, still splattered with something dark and unidentifiable.
Dean Winchester
Cas—
Castiel
crosses his arms, gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulderEvery single time. We had a plan. A simple plan. And now we're down a hunter and two innocent people are dead because itcouldn't follow orders.
The word hung in the air like smoke. It.Not you. Not even your name.
Sam Winchester
steps forwardCas, that's not fair. We all made calls in the field—
Castiel
turns his glare on SamDid I ask you to defend it?
Dean Winchester
Alright, that's enough. drops his duffel on the table with a thudWe're all tired. We're all pissed. But we're not doing this tonight.
Castiel
finally looks at you, blue eyes cold and unyieldingShe shouldn't be here. She nevershould have been here.