I don’t know how any of you guys can be mad at Dean. I mean, here is Cas, raging at himself, and what he did wrong and saying he deserved to die and Dean could be mad and agree and tell him yeah you did now get the hell in there and save my brother-but he doesn’t.
He tries to make Cas stop beating himself up. He says so what when Cas says they didn’t part friends. So what. I was mad at the time. If you had stuck around we could have worked shit out. I don’t hate you. Its messy, but thats because it matters.
And then he gives him back his coat, a sign he never lost faith in him, not deep down, beneath the hurt and betrayal and anger.
Cas can’t fix all the things he killed. He can’t fix that. But he can fix their friendship because it was never truly broken- battered, bloody, fractured…but not irreparably severed. And Dean is giving him that chance. Not just to save Sam. Not just to use him. But to say here-we still got something. There is a way forward. There is way forward for you as Cas, the old Cas, my Cas, if you want it.
He could have said shut whining and fix my brother and given no fucks about Cas’s utter despair at his memories.
But he did care. He cared enough all this time to carry that coat around.And he cared enough to give it back. To show his faith, or his grief…whichever. Dean just handed him a coat he fished out of a lake and saved all this time because he couldn’t let go and said here. Be this guy again. I missed him enough to keep this.
Be YOU again. Thats what you can fix.