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Dean sighs softly. His childhood is not something he readily talks about. It’s still hard for him to acknowledge what his upbringing did to him, even though he knows now, years out from under his father’s thumb, that the things he experienced were wrong. But this is Cas, and Dean knows he can tell the angel anything. So he continues. “I...yes. I know that I’m...loved, now. I mean, Sammy’s always loved me, I guess, even if sometimes I doubted...but he was a kid and it’s...different now. With you.” He clears his throat, following Cas’ cue and diverting his gaze to the wall behind the angel. “You, uh...you think so? Cause Cas, I’ve got to admit, I’m bad at this shit. Telling people...how I feel about them...it’s not something I was raised on, I guess is what I’m trying to say.”
