Jul 19, 2021
I don’t go anywhere else, not because there is no place else to go, but this is where I belong.
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I don’t go anywhere else, not because there is no place else to go, but this is where I belong.
This is my fav gif.
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Imagine this:
Dean doesn’t die. He continues to live. He becomes a mechanic, he helps build the Hunter network. He walks miracle and talk to his neighbours. He builds his own house. He visits Sam and Eileen and help them around the hunter network. He sometimes talks to Jack via prayer.
He wins a freaking pie eating competition, he sometimes have a odd nightmare, he talks to Jody and Donna. Hangs out with Charlie and her girlfriend. He gives his old man advice to Claire.
He fishes when is is stressed and goes on long walks on the beach when he can. He drives his impala and sometimes talks to strangers about muscle cars. He listens to his led zeppelin tapes.
He grows old, he has his foster thing going on, he takes in children who need a safe haven, he comes what sonny was to him,
He dies of the most mundane thing, life, and when he takes his last breath, he prays and says one word Cas.
The reaper comes, the highest of them, death itself, and that is a black trench coat wearing Cas. Dean wonders if this is heaven and he finally resiporcates, I Love you.
Castiel smiles.
(The screen fades to dark)!
Who cares if I am loved, are my fictional OTP loved!
The peculiar thing is I see myself falling, yet I never stop the fall.
- Castiel, post sometime in heaven or earlier, he doesn’t remember,
Maybe when Dean said I prayed to you castiel, I prayed to you every day.
He is not sure though, he never was, and he still not is.
Cas was shown as having powers from the beginning, closing doors, turning off knobs, killing demons in a fury of angel grace, slowly he started using them less, much less not because it was not possible, but because he wanted to seem more human to Dean. All the while, Dean, the dumbo, didn’t understand what was going on.
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Sweetheart!
There is so much power in words, names, and the way something starts as a simple thing and becomes a prayer, a chant. It is one of those small gestures that is unnoticed by the world around but Cas sees it, and finds the real value of love. His name in Dean’s phone started as Castiel, then slowly moved to Cass which was absurd and felt like Dean called him an Ass as a pun, then Cas, and somewhere down the line, he had other numbers and they were saved as angel, sweetheart, sweetie, and one last as Darling with a heart emoji and sometimes at night when the world and Winchester’s were asleep, Cas called Dean to just see his phone light up and has his name pop up.
“In the cold of the night, only you warm me up, the celestial nature of yours, I feel thousand suns are there to make me whole, the lost feeling of the night when you leave remains, forever engraved in my bones”
Dean Winchester, probably since Cas hasn’t returned from empty to him.
Dean Winchester inner monologues-
Your memories are a reflex, I thought it would be only ever where we were, but it’s everywhere, as if I was never whole, nor am, as if I was a partial truth of a whole piece, and now I don’t know how to wound myself, in a whole person. You are a part of me that exists in the past yet your memories lay beneath the skin and touch my soul.