omg OF COURSE Sam and Dean must have run into each other before Sam said yes. DDD: that makes it even more sad, that even after all those times they happened to meet, that Dean should still refuse to come together, that Sam couldn't even hope to look forward to these meetings as another opportunity to ask. My face --> ;_____;
It's displacement, he tells himself, not replacement. ;_______________;
The more human Cas became, the more dickish he got, and he was already a dick to begin with. Sam would have blamed Dean's influence, but he suspected Cas had hidden reservoirs of dickishness heretofore untold. Terribly, darkly amusing. Well, Castiel can be a dick. He is a reservoir of dickishness. By the time he starts falling, HE IS OVERFLOWING~
The nod to Sam/Ruby was well-played, and strangely sad. The description of Castiel's wings as afterimages, briefly blinding, the old glory--and then snapping out like a dead light, the absence of the old existence, that was wistful. From here, it's a slow death, and the worst is that we know exactly what's coming.
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It's displacement, he tells himself, not replacement.
;_______________;
The more human Cas became, the more dickish he got, and he was already a dick to begin with. Sam would have blamed Dean's influence, but he suspected Cas had hidden reservoirs of dickishness heretofore untold.
Terribly, darkly amusing. Well, Castiel can be a dick. He is a reservoir of dickishness. By the time he starts falling, HE IS OVERFLOWING~
The nod to Sam/Ruby was well-played, and strangely sad. The description of Castiel's wings as afterimages, briefly blinding, the old glory--and then snapping out like a dead light, the absence of the old existence, that was wistful. From here, it's a slow death, and the worst is that we know exactly what's coming.
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