[ He won't take Wilhelm's standoffishness personally. He isn't surprised by it, but nor does he share it. This boy's had the misfortune of extended exposure to Lucifer, the being who perfected manipulation before man ever stumbled clumsily into it. It's hardly his fault. The monotone, robotic disposition Cas operates with isn't specific to this encounter - that's just his dazzling personality.
Lucifer's trademark is a seductive mask of innocence, and he's perfected framing himself as victim of all evils. Anyone who isn't from their world lacks the perspective they'd need to drag themselves out from under his brother's influence. Wilhelm didn't witness the massacre after Lucifer's rise from the cage, what cruelty surfaces with his rage and bitterness, or even at the dawn of man, the horrors of the war he waged against Heaven before Michael caged him. Cas could tell this teenager that Lucifer would peel the skin from his bones if he stood between him and what he wanted badly enough, but nothing he says or shows him will matter. Some things you have to witness to believe.
That hardly means the boy should be left alone to fend for himself in a nightmare like this. Even if Lucifer hadn't asked, Cas would be helping all he could. For perhaps the first time since the dawn of time, their goals aligned. ]
Good. Don't ignore any abrasions or superficial bleeding either. [ Cas goes on, looking the boy over while he eats. No broken bones is good, but not the complete picture. ] Infection would be easy in this setting. Death by septic shock is excruciatingly painful.
[ reaching into his battered coat, be pulls out a primitive knife - a sharpened stone affixed to what's shaped like a dried bone, but laced over tightly with vines. ] Take this. Where are you sheltering?
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Lucifer's trademark is a seductive mask of innocence, and he's perfected framing himself as victim of all evils. Anyone who isn't from their world lacks the perspective they'd need to drag themselves out from under his brother's influence. Wilhelm didn't witness the massacre after Lucifer's rise from the cage, what cruelty surfaces with his rage and bitterness, or even at the dawn of man, the horrors of the war he waged against Heaven before Michael caged him. Cas could tell this teenager that Lucifer would peel the skin from his bones if he stood between him and what he wanted badly enough, but nothing he says or shows him will matter. Some things you have to witness to believe.
That hardly means the boy should be left alone to fend for himself in a nightmare like this. Even if Lucifer hadn't asked, Cas would be helping all he could. For perhaps the first time since the dawn of time, their goals aligned. ]
Good. Don't ignore any abrasions or superficial bleeding either. [ Cas goes on, looking the boy over while he eats. No broken bones is good, but not the complete picture. ] Infection would be easy in this setting. Death by septic shock is excruciatingly painful.
[ reaching into his battered coat, be pulls out a primitive knife - a sharpened stone affixed to what's shaped like a dried bone, but laced over tightly with vines. ] Take this. Where are you sheltering?