āDamn it, Cassie. Look at me!ā She snapped, a cuss word leaving her innocent lips for the first time in a hushed tone to keep it between the two of them. She lifted her hand and struck her palm against his chest, enough to push his shoulder back the slightest bit had he not expected it. Mirabelle was desperate. āI donāt know what it is that keeps you from me, but Iām tired of it. I canāt give you some smile that I donāt feel and pretend as if everything is okay. You canāt call be beautiful if you wonāt even look at me. I donāt like to be lied to.ā Her delicate hands grew tense at her sides where her fingers curled into her palms, heavy breathing leaving in huffs through her nose which wrinkled in anger.
It was when she could feel the stinging sensations of tears threatening to spill when she calmed herself, taking her turn to glance away from him this time. Mirabelle inhaled deeply before she once more searched his face, longing to see his eyes which would have been the only thing to give him away. āI donāt blame you. We both need to move on.ā Miraās tone was a quiet whisper, her voice breaking. She still struggled with the new nightmares that dared to haunt her, and the only way she was going to move on was to let it go. With her brother, she could. Her eyes scanned over his face, only hoping that he would make eye contact with her - just once, and then she would be happy. Just give me some sign that you still care. Something.. please. She pleaded. For a long time, Castiel was the most important person in her life. Sure, she loved every one of her brothers and her family meant everything to her, but it always had been Cas that soothed her and nothing could replace that.
āI want your word that youāll save me a dance. I donāt care if itās when everyone is gone and the music has ended. I donāt care if the sun is polluting the sky and everyone has gone to sleep. One dance, and then I will leave you be.ā There was promise in her voice, a calmness that chilled her. If Castiel didnāt want to see her, then she wouldnāt make it hard for him but she would have given anything to have her brother back. The little girl in her longed to feel him comfort her in the middle of the night, to see him smile in his attempts to make her feel better. Even if she couldnāt see his face, she just knew.