❝ don’t ever let me go. ❞
It wasn't as rare as one would think, to have a request like this from one of his Angels. This kind of things were more common after the first war, after they all saw how no matter if you were his favorite...he could just let you go and drop you on some forsaken place, turn his back at you.
Adonai wrapped an arm across Castiel's chest like a seat belt, his hand holding his jaw as he stood behind him, his chest against his back and his hand making him tilt his head back. His other hand rested gently over his eyes.
❝ I will never...let you go. ❞
HAVE MERCY || accepting







