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    Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. 

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    "When did it stick for you? When did your six hundred Sundays start?" Dean asks.

    "It never started," Castiel admits. "It simply never stopped. My love for you is eternal—existing forever, without a beginning or an end." 

    Visually, Castiel's love is a circle. Aurally, it's an echo. Kinesthetically, it's breathing. Overall, it is not fate, and it is not chance; it is choice. He would not choose differently if he could go back and do it again, and that's why he didn't choose differently from the start.

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    04 Oct 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Soft pastels all the way.

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    “This is the best day of my life,” Castiel tells him, when he comes back. “You’ve been so kind to me.” His cheeks are glowing a little from the cold, or maybe just because he’s an otherworldly being full of light. Dean doesn’t know. “If I burn another million years, I won’t forget it.”

    “Oh,” says Dean. “Good.”

     

    (In which Castiel is a fallen star.)

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    04 Sep 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    For those soft pastels days.

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    One day Cas says, "Stars died for you, Dean Winchester", against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes.

    Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.

    "Is this some physics crap again?" He frowns with eyes closed.

    Cas smiles softly. "Far from it."

    Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.

    "Then tell me all about it."

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    04 Sep 2021

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    The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. 

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    Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in." 

    Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing. 

    She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes." 

    "Just the one," Dean mumbles. 

    "Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks. 

    Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get." 

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    29 Aug 2021

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    So beautiful, I still cried like a baby on the second reread.

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    This is not the story of a prophecy. This is not the story of a child that had to grow up too fast, the hope the magical world falling on his shoulders.

    No. This is the story of the children that were forced to turn into soldiers. Of the army that was born under enchanted ceilings and dark hallways. Of the laughter that turned into heavy silence, and the silence that turned into a terrifying wait.

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    20 Jul 2021