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Castiel tries not to cry.

When this doesn’t work, he tries not to let anyone witness him doing it, but of course, Dean finds him.

He expects derision or discomfort, but instead, Dean sits down, wraps an arm around him, and traces gentle circles over his clothes. “I know,” he says. "It’s okay, buddy. I’m here.”

“Ashamed,” is all Cas can muster.

 Something between a wry laugh and an exasperated scoff emits from Dean.

“How many times have you seen me cry, man? It’s nice to know I’m not alone. Now, I’m going to make sure you know it, too.”