“Tell me I'm wrong.”Castiel didn't answer. Dean stood alone inside the private strategy chamber, surrounded by evidence that had once convinced him he was doing the right thing. Now every document seemed to accuse him, the forged letters lay open across the table. Beside them sat the missing-journal reports, altered military dispatches, convoy records, treasury documents, Rufus Kane's gold ledger, and the testimony gathered during the reopened trial.Dean stared at them, Tell me I'm wrong, Cas. Castiel remained by the doorway, “You already know I'm not going to lie to you.” Dean gave a humorless laugh, “That wasn't what I asked.”“I know.” The silence between them stretched.Outside, the Grand Council was on a break session. Inside, Dean's world was coming apart without making a sound, so he picked up the first document. The forged letter. Three years ago, he had read it and seen betrayal. Rowen
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