if in the beginning was the word and the word was with God, then the word was with you too, and it is with us all still. the word was God, seeping into the world like spilled ink across blank pages
I believe this, to whatever extent I can believe.

Songs are what happens when you make words move, says Dean. So move.
They should let him say things like that. And then they should slow-dance. Mhm.

Well there is just no point quoting bits of this back. I love it utterly. It made me smile, that last sentence, because that's exactly how I see that encounter working out, if it had to happen.

I'm so happy you're in this fandom writing Castiel fic.