There was no doubt about it- the Doctor was a hero. Really and truly. For all of his faults, for all of his mistakes- and there were many, many of them- he still tried. Just like Castiel, which meant he was a hero, too. Just... a fallible one. To err is only human.

She should have given him more credit, really. To think he'd be jealous, to think he'd be wary. He wasn't Mickey. He trusted her infinitely, it was almost overwhelming, and she had to bite back a flood of emotion. There was plenty enough of that for a while.

She pressed into that kiss, and when she pulled back, she felt better than she had in a long time. Her smile flickered into life, and she nodded. "Yep. Come on."

The Doctor wasn't hard to find- he was stuffed up beneath the console as usual, pretending like everything wasn't completely mad. He pulled himself out, though, when they came in, and pushed himself to his feet, hands behind his back as he surveyed Castiel over his glasses. Stiff, as though hesitating to pass judgement.

Rose had told him almost everything. A few of the more private details she kept to herself, but for the most part? He knew it all. He, himself, had tripped up, back at Bowie Base. His song was ending soon, apparently. "Hello. Feeling better? All ship-shape?"