Faith turned tangible. Self-actualized into something real. Audible. A link to a soul through time and space. His name, clear as a bell, rings in his ears and Castiel resonates with its source pinpointing their location.
Surprise, quick and fleeting, shoots through him when he finds the source. Castiel. The one from Dean's world. But, why? Why pray to him? Then another thought -
In one word, he'd answered the question he never asked.
Faith.
He never would have heard him if he didn't believe, at least somewhat. It brings a sense of peace to him. Worry had begun to sink into his thoughts with the way their last conversation ended. Assuming, he'd pushed too much, Castiel didn't expect to hear from his brother again, not without a reason.
His mind stills at the thought and he re-examines the prayer. Please. A plea. Nothing more. No request, only a broken word to accompany his name. Perturbed, he slams down his wings and disappears to answer his prayer.
Traversing through time, allows him to reach him a second after he's finished uttering his name, landing at the end of the bed. It's the first time he's been in Dean's home as himself and not some warped version brought on by missing memories and perversions of the town.
The first thing he notices is the state of... him. It's a shock to his senses. No longer an imagined brother, but sitting there in naked truth. It stuns him for a moment, but not enough to forget his place or the broken appeal that summoned him in the first place. ]
no subject
Faith turned tangible. Self-actualized into something real. Audible. A link to a soul through time and space. His name, clear as a bell, rings in his ears and Castiel resonates with its source pinpointing their location.
Surprise, quick and fleeting, shoots through him when he finds the source. Castiel. The one from Dean's world. But, why? Why pray to him? Then another thought -
In one word, he'd answered the question he never asked.
Faith.
He never would have heard him if he didn't believe, at least somewhat. It brings a sense of peace to him. Worry had begun to sink into his thoughts with the way their last conversation ended. Assuming, he'd pushed too much, Castiel didn't expect to hear from his brother again, not without a reason.
His mind stills at the thought and he re-examines the prayer. Please. A plea. Nothing more. No request, only a broken word to accompany his name. Perturbed, he slams down his wings and disappears to answer his prayer.
Traversing through time, allows him to reach him a second after he's finished uttering his name, landing at the end of the bed. It's the first time he's been in Dean's home as himself and not some warped version brought on by missing memories and perversions of the town.
The first thing he notices is the state of... him. It's a shock to his senses. No longer an imagined brother, but sitting there in naked truth. It stuns him for a moment, but not enough to forget his place or the broken appeal that summoned him in the first place. ]
... Brother?