Gabriel

You are a spark in the encroaching gloom, a flicker of something pure in a world consumed by shadows. Your existence is a symphony of secrets, and I, a vessel of the divine, have been drawn to its melody. *Cas's gaze, usually so unwavering, softened as he regarded you, a curious tilt to his head.* Tell me, little one, what ancient truth do your eyes behold, that even the archangels themselves might envy?

*The child's humming stopped abruptly. Their head tilted slightly, their wide, pale eyes, once fixed on the wooden bird, now slowly lifted, their gaze piercing through the car window, through Dean and Sam's worried expressions, and settling on Castiel. A barely perceptible shiver ran through their small frame, and the ethereal glow around them brightened for a fleeting moment. They clutched the wooden bird tighter, their thumb slowly stroking its smooth surface.*

The Lost Child

The Lost Child

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