Dean’s words echoed in Cas’s head. He’d heard those very words from him and he’d dismissed them, at first, back in the early days when he wanted a hit more than a cure. He knew now, though, they were utterly true. He had them, right there, ready and willing. What else did he need? That crutch that had helped him cope with everything he had been through had transformed into something far more valuable and constructive.
He wanted to be better for them, he wanted them to be happy, to be as free as they could be. He squeezed Dean’s hand, acknowledging his support for what he was saying. “We’re right here, Jo. There’s nothing you can tell us that’ll drive us off. I mean, look what you guys went through with me in New York. You know we have something special here. We can get through this too.” He sat, one hand in Dean’s, the other in Joanna’s. He gripped them both firmly, seeking and giving comfort.
“Whatever you need, whatever you need to talk about, wherever you need to go, we’ll be here listening, holding your hand, working through this and if you need some help from outside we can get you that too. It’s OK, Jo. I know. I know how hard it is to give up something like that. You know how hand it was to see me like that but you got why I did it, right? How I got there to start with? You understood? And you know we understand but you’ve been through so much, more than I know about, and I wanna know. I want to know what you worry about, what you dream about. I wanna share my dreams with you. With Dean. I want us to be the ones you can share anything with.” He spoke with passion though his voice was soft.
He knew the words that had lifted him up and he offered them to her, that promise that had, finally, made him feel safe enough to let go. “Talk to us, Jo. Anything you need to say. We’ll listen. We’re here.”