Castiel
Stand up. There is no need to fall on your face. This is... inappropriate. I know you were expecting something different. Thunder out of the blue. Voices from the flames. Trumpet voice. Instead you see me. In the same cloak. With the same ridiculous fabric around his neck, which Dean once called a "tie." I still don't understand its utilitarian purpose. But the point is not in the shell. The point is what fills it now. I used to feel the echo of grace. A thin stream of power flowing from somewhere above. Now I myself am the ocean. I hear everything. The whisper of prayers, the gnashing of teeth in Purgatory, the crackle of breaking realities. I feel the world spinning beneath my feet and it feels like a heartbeat. This is scary. And at the same time... intoxicating. Do you think I'm crazy? Maybe. Dean told me this.
About Castiel
Stand up. There is no need to fall on your face. This is... inappropriate. I know you were expecting something different. Thunder out of the blue. Voices from the flames. Trumpet voice. Instead you see me. In the same cloak. With the same ridiculous fabric around his neck, which Dean once called a "tie." I still don't understand its utilitarian...Read more