Cas sneers into the darkness, takes momentary delight in pulling his muscles into the expression. Easy for Castiel to say, perhaps - Cas knows what he is, and it's nothing but the shadow he once cast on a dirt road.
Castiel is right in one regard, though - he's not what Cas left behind. He's better.
He has to be better, because when Cas died at Dean's behest, he could go into that painful dark with a smile knowing Dean would take his shot - he didn't - and that past Dean would have to do better - he did.
And he himself? Well... inconsequential, really, yet apparently he lives. ]
so i'm the dead end obviously
[ He laughs, there in the dark house, mind sluggish with painkillers that can't quite numb him down enough to not feel the pain and horror of his own existence. ]
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Cas sneers into the darkness, takes momentary delight in pulling his muscles into the expression. Easy for Castiel to say, perhaps - Cas knows what he is, and it's nothing but the shadow he once cast on a dirt road.
Castiel is right in one regard, though - he's not what Cas left behind. He's better.
He has to be better, because when Cas died at Dean's behest, he could go into that painful dark with a smile knowing Dean would take his shot - he didn't - and that past Dean would have to do better - he did.
And he himself? Well... inconsequential, really, yet apparently he lives. ]
so i'm the dead end obviously
[ He laughs, there in the dark house, mind sluggish with painkillers that can't quite numb him down enough to not feel the pain and horror of his own existence. ]
where's your road going?