@torngraceโ :ย ย ๐ธ ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐พ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐ฑ๐พ๐ณ๐๏ผ ๐พ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ ๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ด๐ฝ๐๐ด๏ผ ๐พ๐ฝ๐ป๐ ๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐๐ป ๐๐ท๐พ๐๐ด ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐๐ด๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ด๐๐ด ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ ๐๐พ ๐ท๐ด๐ ๐ฑ๐ด๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐๐ด ๐๐ท๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐๐ด๐ฐ๐ผย .
ย ย ๐๐ท๐ด๐๐ด ๐ธ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐๐ฒ๐ท๐ด๐ณ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐๐ ๐พ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ด๐ด๐ ๐ฝ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐ท๐ธ๐ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ณ๏ผ for a while,ย castiel watches it like heโs barely sure of what to do with it,ย fascinated but half-wary.ย the diner is dimly lit and almost empty.ย thankfully,ย none of the personnel had neared their table in a surge of professionalism to ask them if the drinks were alright,ย if they needed anything else.ย actually,ย they were left pleasantly alone almost since they sat down in front of each other;ย something castiel,ย looking into the blur of light and moving reflections mirrored in the glass window,ย could be grateful for.ย ย itโs almost disarming,ย how much has changed since his last visit to earth,ย over a century ago.ย he shoots a rapid glance to herย - ananiel,ย anna -ย over the golden rim of the glass.ย she looks comfortable,ย though the withdrawal tensing the harmonious line of her shoulders might have a different say.ย castiel lets his eyes linger,ย searching for his old captain in the frame of the red-haired woman.ย sheโs there.ย itโs hard to see it at first,ย because her eyes are so different and her voice such a singsong tune,ย but sheโs still ananiel.ย only that sheโs far more at ease than him sitting in a cheap diner in front of a watered down drink.
ย ย and sheโs actually began to sip her beer,ย unlike him.
ย ย โย but you were none of those things in truth.ย not really.ย โ
ย ย castielโs voice begins quietly hoarse,ย but annaโs big eyes flick up to him,ย open and receptive.ย maybe itโs cruel to say that,ย to call all thatโs been important to her in the last years a wishful lie,ย but the seraph sees whatโs important with other eyes now.ย ย โย could you ...ย โย ย he struggles.ย ย โย ... could you dream as humans do?ย did you really have bad dreamsโย and good ones?ย โย













