[ All men break. Before Sam and Dean, Castiel never understood the true grit of it. The way it burrowed deep, nesting, waiting for that quiet moment when his thoughts pivot and he's hit with the howling of a thousand sorrows.
The curse of man. It's salvation. He doesn't know what to make of the churning ache and slides back to logic until his heart turns back to stone, and the ache of humanity no longer renders him useless. ]
text; un: castiel
The curse of man. It's salvation. He doesn't know what to make of the churning ache and slides back to logic until his heart turns back to stone, and the ache of humanity no longer renders him useless. ]
Hello, Dean.
How are you doing?