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Prayer: Cas can hear prayers from anywhere. Feel free to call on him anytime and he'll show up.

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[heraldingangel]

[ He doesn't take his eyes off of him, though in truth, he's not looking at him anymore. Not his vessel at least. Blue eyes shimmer with power as they pierce through the veil seeing past the folds of space and time where his soul lies separate, burning brightly like a beacon in the dark. ]

You are like a collapsed star, small and compact, spinning wildly under extreme duress far outshining the giants that surround you. Intense. You attract large masses of power. But you are also slowing.

[ No longer so wild, so intense like the Dean he knows. ]

And I don't know why. You are still a beacon in the dark. Beautiful. It almost seems inevitable that we would gravitate towards you.

[ He blinks, his eyes losing their luster as he comes back to himself to stare at the pale imitation that was his vessel. ]

Despite what you may think, your impact is undeniable.

[venatoris]

Slowing, huh.

[ Dying inside, maybe. He's never had the pleasure of having Famine tell him just precisely how dead inside he is, but if the Horseman ever got a gander at this Dean...

Oh, the things he'd say.

Dean swallows, watching Cas carefully, how his eyes go bright with power and God it wrings something ugly out in him. All this power, this beauty, and it's been stamped out of the Cas he knows, like a candle snuffed out, an angel fallen.

He swallows thickly, and has to look away, the guilt washing over him in thick, drowning waves. ]

Yeah, uh-- [ his laugh is strained, weak, raw. ] I'd say so.

[ Dean kicked off the apocalypse, breaking the first seal. He has screwed up over, and over, and over, fucking over so many people. Dean would agree at this point - his impact is definitely undeniable. ]

[heraldingangel]

[ A quiet nod at the assessment. ]

Compared to the Dean I know, yes.

[ He tells him, seeing no reason to hide it. He knows what happened in his world. How Lucifer took over. He can guess what happened after, but it's only a guess garnered from the differences he sees between the Dean that survived the Apocalpyse and the one who was swallowed up by it. ]

I don't know... how souls work. I only know what I see.

[ It was half the beauty of them. The unknown. Something all the equations of the universe could not predict. Their free will to act on the accumulation of all that they've experienced. ]

[venatoris]

Well. [ He finally says, tipping his glass back and turning to pour another set for the two of them because fuck it, Sam's dead and Dean wants nothing more than to join him. ]

Sure doesn't sound good. But what do I know, really. [ Very little, in the grand scheme of things. Dean offers Cas the refilled glass before he leans against the counter, feeling and looking defeated, exhausted, emotionally spent. ]

Thanks for comin', by the way.