#mental!cas

Castiel keeps a diary while at Northern Indiana State Hospital and when Dean reads it, he finally steps up.

Height differences. my favorite thing ever. Also, one of my favorite moments of mental!cas.

          Meg takes the flower from her broken little angel, the poor little thing already wilting        and her inner demon is tempted to crush the dilapidated scrap of a bloom beneath the heel of her boot. 

          That would upset Cas, though, and she's not sure she can handle that sad, sulking look on his face like when she ate his jell-o, and the little shit pouted for the rest of the day with puppy-dog eyes that could melt the heart of Satan himself. 

          Instead, she examines it for a lingering moment before tucking the drooping stem behind her ear, the little blue blossom peeking out through coffee-colored curls.

          "Poetry? Really, Clarence?"

          By the time she's spoken he's gone, though        crouching at the edge of the hospital gardens, azure eyes fixed ever-so intently upon the bees who flit about from flower to flower, collecting pollen for the survival of the hive and the greater good of creation.

          "Just don't get stung, okay?"

          "The bees won't sting me. They're really quite docile."

                                      --you search for me

                                         and when i doubt