I do not know anyone from home, here. [He says it with a sigh, that could be misconstrued as something he is yearning for. Honestly with all the madness going on around here, he doesn't hope for it. No, the sigh is more because people seem to think they know him. And he doesn't know them at all. Being famous had kept him alive. He needed those rumours so nobody would mess with him, especially as he became frail and sickly. These days he's starting to think that maybe it's not such a good idea.]
Mister Winchester did not seem like the kind of gentleman who has had it all that easy, either. [Although Doc can't really get a read on Castiel, whether it's because it's dark out here and he's half-focused on following their spectre, or if it's because they've only just met, or if they're both just still a little guarded around each other.]
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Mister Winchester did not seem like the kind of gentleman who has had it all that easy, either. [Although Doc can't really get a read on Castiel, whether it's because it's dark out here and he's half-focused on following their spectre, or if it's because they've only just met, or if they're both just still a little guarded around each other.]