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CASTIEL: Where did you send Donna?
DOCTOR: The TARDIS library. The one near the swimming pool, not the one next to the observatory, I’ve got a few books in there that might come in handy. I might be good, but something like this is gonna take research. Research and a bit of help.
CASTIEL: Help from where?
DOCTOR: Bobby Singer and his library, that’s where.
CASTIEL: … I see. I don’t think I - perhaps it’s best that I shouldn’t come. [The DOCTOR gives him a quizzical look.] We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.
DOCTOR: You’re all gonna have to stop dancing around each other sooner or later, you know. What with everything that’s happening I’d prefer if it was sooner. [CASTIEL doesn’t answer; the DOCTOR’s expression softens.] Oh, alright. I’ll go in there and force them to listen, shall I? Probably have more luck that way, they’d have to duct tape my mouth shut to stop me talking.
CASTIEL: Sometimes I doubt that even that would have much of an effect.
DOCTOR: Did you just— you did! You made a joke in English! [He shakes his head in wonder, grinning a bit, before glancing towards the corridor leading out of the control room.] Where’s Donna got to? It doesn’t take that long to get to the library, I’m sure I told her the short cut…
CASTIEL: Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?
CASTIEL: … I’m. Afraid. More than I’d like to admit.
DOCTOR: Oh, you — come here, you.
CASTIEL: What are you— [CASTIEL’s words are cut off as the DOCTOR pulls him into a hug.]
DOCTOR: I’m giving you a hug, you daft old thing. One that’s probably way overdue.