[ cas shakes his head, trying to dislodge many a shark quandary from the forefront of his thoughts, and dean's voice helps to reel him back.
you wanted an out. that short flash of terror he spotted just before cotton-eyed joe. They’d finally brushed against something real, under the centuries of bitterness and hurt. all castiel's frantic self-doubt, the indignant, wounded pride, it all dissolves away and washes out clear until he finds himself centered in front of dean winchester again. a terrified boy freshly dragged from the bloody jaws of the most horrific experience any single human can endure, faced with the threat of something good trusted into his hands. time condensces in a strange way angelic time travel never manages - a phenomenon only human emotion creates.
cas swallows thickly, looks past the wrinkles and weathered marks of age into the soul he'd been enraptured by since that first touch. ]
I didn't know I would leave you alone with this. [ an impossible task, forming words around the yawning ache of a love barely realized and abruptly striped away. the syllables don't exist in human langauge, so cas lays an open palm gently over dean's heart, carefully, like soothing a wounded animal caught in a trap. ] Dean, I didn't know.
[ The empty's darkness loomed like a tsunami and cas spent one final moment marveling at what accident of creation and inconceivable power of human soul shaped the man he’d fall for from any height, to any depth, before the wave hit and he married oblivion. In that final gasp of a moment, he knew, the last, singularly resilient pillar of his being was the love he carried for dean winchester. and for every second since their first meeting, he believed, without a shadow of a doubt, he was alone in that wonder and awe.
if the castiel of that world knew what this one did, he'd have dragged him, kissed him with the desperation of a dying man, and whispered i'll find you again before letting death swallow him. Abraxas was their concealed secret, if they'd been aware of it back home, it would've been in Chuck's purview to rob or weaponize against them. ]
Never doubt, no matter what cowardly, stupid, stubborn thing I do, that I don't love you with every singular atom that composes me. [ his brows furrow, eyes intense and focused as fingers curl into the shirt and scratch against dean's chest, voice edged with fierce conviction. ] And never, Dean. Never imagine for a moment you aren't deserving of every second and wisp of devotion from me. It's been yours to take or leave since the moment we met.
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you wanted an out. that short flash of terror he spotted just before cotton-eyed joe. They’d finally brushed against something real, under the centuries of bitterness and hurt. all castiel's frantic self-doubt, the indignant, wounded pride, it all dissolves away and washes out clear until he finds himself centered in front of dean winchester again. a terrified boy freshly dragged from the bloody jaws of the most horrific experience any single human can endure, faced with the threat of something good trusted into his hands. time condensces in a strange way angelic time travel never manages - a phenomenon only human emotion creates.
cas swallows thickly, looks past the wrinkles and weathered marks of age into the soul he'd been enraptured by since that first touch. ]
I didn't know I would leave you alone with this. [ an impossible task, forming words around the yawning ache of a love barely realized and abruptly striped away. the syllables don't exist in human langauge, so cas lays an open palm gently over dean's heart, carefully, like soothing a wounded animal caught in a trap. ] Dean, I didn't know.
[ The empty's darkness loomed like a tsunami and cas spent one final moment marveling at what accident of creation and inconceivable power of human soul shaped the man he’d fall for from any height, to any depth, before the wave hit and he married oblivion. In that final gasp of a moment, he knew, the last, singularly resilient pillar of his being was the love he carried for dean winchester. and for every second since their first meeting, he believed, without a shadow of a doubt, he was alone in that wonder and awe.
if the castiel of that world knew what this one did, he'd have dragged him, kissed him with the desperation of a dying man, and whispered i'll find you again before letting death swallow him. Abraxas was their concealed secret, if they'd been aware of it back home, it would've been in Chuck's purview to rob or weaponize against them. ]
Never doubt, no matter what cowardly, stupid, stubborn thing I do, that I don't love you with every singular atom that composes me. [ his brows furrow, eyes intense and focused as fingers curl into the shirt and scratch against dean's chest, voice edged with fierce conviction. ] And never, Dean. Never imagine for a moment you aren't deserving of every second and wisp of devotion from me. It's been yours to take or leave since the moment we met.