[ His eyebrows rise and his head tilts slightly in thought, but rather than the response Dean expects large and black wings unfurl behind him.
Even with his soul hidden from him finding Dean isn't difficult in a limited space like Deerington. In a blink of an eye, he's searched through the usual areas and within a few moments, he locates his target appearing behind him in a rush of wind and slew of rising whispers that herald his arrival. ]
Actually. [ He says from behind him. ] I find you all rather fascinating. I can distinguish each of you without a problem.
[ A pause, then: ] It's your soul.
[ He looks at him meaningfully. ]
I see you. Not your vessel, but the part of you that can't be duplicated.
[ The part of him that would remain even when his time on earth ended. The real him. The one Castiel first encountered down in Hell raw and broken. ]
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Even with his soul hidden from him finding Dean isn't difficult in a limited space like Deerington. In a blink of an eye, he's searched through the usual areas and within a few moments, he locates his target appearing behind him in a rush of wind and slew of rising whispers that herald his arrival. ]
Actually. [ He says from behind him. ] I find you all rather fascinating. I can distinguish each of you without a problem.
[ A pause, then: ] It's your soul.
[ He looks at him meaningfully. ]
I see you. Not your vessel, but the part of you that can't be duplicated.
[ The part of him that would remain even when his time on earth ended. The real him. The one Castiel first encountered down in Hell raw and broken. ]