[ Broken doesn't begin to describe what he bears witness to, even his vessel is a former shell of what it used to be. Castiel promised to keep Jimmy's body safe, always intending to return it once they stopped the Apocalypse. But by then, Jimmy's soul resided in Heaven having shared his death alongside him. When his Father resurrected him, he stuffed him back into his corpse, anchored there by that bit if angel in his bloodline. There was no soul that resided within his vessel now, only him. A precious gift from his Father and one he maintained diligently.
A sentiment they didn't seem to share judging by the state of Jimmy's form. Was he still in there? The soul who had said yes to him? Castiel doesn't look too closely to find out. Afraid of what he might uncover.
Questions run through his mind, one after the other. Too many to count. Catching sight of his movement, his eyes slide to his hand his own response tempered by the fact that he knows he's not in danger. Even if he meant to hurt him, the hum of his grace is so quiet he can easily stop him. A fact he knows in a single glance.
Now he understands how his true voice must have ripped through him. Shattering the walls of his vessel. More so now that he's a seraph. An upgrade he got after his second resurrection setting their differences into sharp relief.
The hapless truth sends his grace into a harrowing song that can't quite connect to his brother sitting less than a few feet away. He can connect to any angel across the world in an instant, yet he struggles now. The celestial handshake not quite on the same frequency. Like a ghost, he can feel him, knows he's there but he can't touch him. Know him.
So, he pulls back. Easing off. Not wanting to push and have things dissolve into the same silence as before. Quietly, his eyebrows draw together and his features soften. He lets the song die and his grace grows quiet in his chest as he meets his eyes. A feeling, fluttering quietly between his ribs begins to take shape doused suddenly by the break in the silence. And, all at once, his features sharpen. Concern shoots to the top and he spreads out his senses, confirming Dean's absence. ]
Where is he?
[ He steps forward, the guardian at the forefront. Even when they were at odds, Castiel did not hesitate to come to his aid. Now that they were on better terms, the feeling has only grown stronger. ]
Is he in trouble?
[ Already, black wings stretch across the length of the room ready to take flight at a moment's notice. All he needs is a location and he can be there in a moment. He still considers himself the Winchester's guardian and he knows Castiel, the one from Dean's world, must feel the same way. So, he waits for an answer before taking action. ]
no subject
A sentiment they didn't seem to share judging by the state of Jimmy's form. Was he still in there? The soul who had said yes to him? Castiel doesn't look too closely to find out. Afraid of what he might uncover.
Questions run through his mind, one after the other. Too many to count. Catching sight of his movement, his eyes slide to his hand his own response tempered by the fact that he knows he's not in danger. Even if he meant to hurt him, the hum of his grace is so quiet he can easily stop him. A fact he knows in a single glance.
Now he understands how his true voice must have ripped through him. Shattering the walls of his vessel. More so now that he's a seraph. An upgrade he got after his second resurrection setting their differences into sharp relief.
The hapless truth sends his grace into a harrowing song that can't quite connect to his brother sitting less than a few feet away. He can connect to any angel across the world in an instant, yet he struggles now. The celestial handshake not quite on the same frequency. Like a ghost, he can feel him, knows he's there but he can't touch him. Know him.
So, he pulls back. Easing off. Not wanting to push and have things dissolve into the same silence as before. Quietly, his eyebrows draw together and his features soften. He lets the song die and his grace grows quiet in his chest as he meets his eyes. A feeling, fluttering quietly between his ribs begins to take shape doused suddenly by the break in the silence. And, all at once, his features sharpen. Concern shoots to the top and he spreads out his senses, confirming Dean's absence. ]
Where is he?
[ He steps forward, the guardian at the forefront. Even when they were at odds, Castiel did not hesitate to come to his aid. Now that they were on better terms, the feeling has only grown stronger. ]
Is he in trouble?
[ Already, black wings stretch across the length of the room ready to take flight at a moment's notice. All he needs is a location and he can be there in a moment. He still considers himself the Winchester's guardian and he knows Castiel, the one from Dean's world, must feel the same way. So, he waits for an answer before taking action. ]