[ A thought strikes him then, the same one he turned over when Sam first disappeared. Did Dean go back to his world? Is this what he wanted to tell him? If he knew that much then he must have survived past his encounter with Lucifer. Was he brought back then? His thoughts spiral into different threads, weaving new possibilities. All it in the span of time between the first news and the last.
A full stop. All those threads come crashing into each other in a tangled web before another takes center stage. A commotion in the silence. A line cast out into the ocean for an angel he wished to hear from again. So, when he felt a shift in the open waters, he acted on instinct. After months of silence, hope reignited, burning brightly, and he called out to him letting his feelings push him into action. ]
Dean. [ He says gravely. ] You said angels closed the doors to Heaven in your world.
[ Meaning any angel residing on Earth would have been cut off from the Host. The moment the doors closed what once was a choir would have ceased letting silence reign in its stead. The pieces start falling into place and he steps back aware of his own folly. In his haste, he'd pressed on that connection without a second thought. It never occurred to him his greeting might be unwanted, more akin to an intrusion. Now, the barbed rejection made sense. A realization he could have drawn sooner if he'd faced it in the first place instead of letting his rattled emotions take reign. ]
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[ A thought strikes him then, the same one he turned over when Sam first disappeared. Did Dean go back to his world? Is this what he wanted to tell him? If he knew that much then he must have survived past his encounter with Lucifer. Was he brought back then? His thoughts spiral into different threads, weaving new possibilities. All it in the span of time between the first news and the last.
A full stop. All those threads come crashing into each other in a tangled web before another takes center stage. A commotion in the silence. A line cast out into the ocean for an angel he wished to hear from again. So, when he felt a shift in the open waters, he acted on instinct. After months of silence, hope reignited, burning brightly, and he called out to him letting his feelings push him into action. ]
Dean. [ He says gravely. ] You said angels closed the doors to Heaven in your world.
[ Meaning any angel residing on Earth would have been cut off from the Host. The moment the doors closed what once was a choir would have ceased letting silence reign in its stead. The pieces start falling into place and he steps back aware of his own folly. In his haste, he'd pressed on that connection without a second thought. It never occurred to him his greeting might be unwanted, more akin to an intrusion. Now, the barbed rejection made sense. A realization he could have drawn sooner if he'd faced it in the first place instead of letting his rattled emotions take reign. ]
I think I made a mistake.