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trans_92010-06-12 05:20 pm
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take these broken wings | bendytimed to before shore leave [OPEN]
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After he had left Tay, Cas had found his way back to hydroponics, back to the beer tree. He'd filled up his trench coat pockets with bottles, then set off looking for an out of the way place where he wouldn't be bothered, a place where he wouldn't be found.
Eventually he'd ended up in an out of the way corner of the hangar bay, sitting on the floor against the wall. He started working his way through the beer, and soon had a collection of empty bottles around his feet.
She had wings.
It hurt Castiel without even having to think about it, because he could still feel their loss, like a part of him was missing. A part of him was. And right now, trapped in this unfamiliar place, all he wished was that he had the freedom to fly. He wasn't used to being stuck in one place, unable to just leave with a thought, to be able to go anywhere he wanted. He was trapped, he was doubly trapped, and right now, it was breaking him a little.
He raised the next bottle to his lips.
After he had left Tay, Cas had found his way back to hydroponics, back to the beer tree. He'd filled up his trench coat pockets with bottles, then set off looking for an out of the way place where he wouldn't be bothered, a place where he wouldn't be found.
Eventually he'd ended up in an out of the way corner of the hangar bay, sitting on the floor against the wall. He started working his way through the beer, and soon had a collection of empty bottles around his feet.
She had wings.
It hurt Castiel without even having to think about it, because he could still feel their loss, like a part of him was missing. A part of him was. And right now, trapped in this unfamiliar place, all he wished was that he had the freedom to fly. He wasn't used to being stuck in one place, unable to just leave with a thought, to be able to go anywhere he wanted. He was trapped, he was doubly trapped, and right now, it was breaking him a little.
He raised the next bottle to his lips.

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He considered that and nodded, "Yeah they're both literal and cryptic. Probably get along."
He added, "I'm going to show him some of the ropes for being a hunter too. Kept saying how worthless he felt, no matter what I said."
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"So we try to do something that gives him...another reason. Any more than we are." The ship wasn't exactly overrun with the supernatural to fight, Nightmare King excluded. "It's just...going to take time to adjust."
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He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, thinking of other parts of the conversation. Plus his recent one with Kaylee.
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"I mean the guy just admitted he went through most of this shit for me. Said he'd still choose it if he went through it again too." So yeah, once again, there's more guilt on Dean's shoulders.
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His features tightened at that, not flinching yet at the words but close. He muttered half to himself, "I was pushing him toward it."
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It had led to Sam opening the last seal.
"Being around you, he saw humanity. The way we see it. The way YOU see it." Because at the end of the day, Dean was the better person. He really was. "Questioning isn't a bad thing, Dean. Humans are meant to. Angels aren't. He Fell because free will, the ability to wonder about the path, whether its right or wrong, is a human thing to do. Because, when he looked at the whole ineffable plan, he didn't see any sense in it."
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He then listened to the rest, and he got quiet again. He still didn't think he was all that good a person. Good people don't torture and they sure as hell don't enjoy it.
"So you saying he basically chose to be human, is that it?"
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"Maybe 'cause it's the only way to get anything through your thick head," Sam grumbled, sitting back on his bed. Then he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think he did. Maybe he's not happy about the choice right now because he's thinking about everything he's lost. I guess it'd be like losing a sense or two would be for us. Stages of grief and he'll come out of it stronger on the other side...so long as we don't get distracted and let him fall into the whole drugged up hippy thing."
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