axisofsymmetry:Dean made it out. Cas made sure of that.He even got to see, in the brief moments betw
axisofsymmetry:Dean made it out. Cas made sure of that.He even got to see, in the brief moments between the worlds being opened to each other, the brothers being reunited. Sam had half hugged, half held Dean up as the gravity of the real world caught up to him.He saw the relief on Sam’s face before the crack between the worlds closed, and he was cut off, once again, from everything he’d ever known.He could almost hear the echo of Dean’s voice calling out to him.And then he was alone.Absolutely, utterly, and completely alone.Hell, in comparison, had been a Paradise. At least in Hell he knew what he was getting into, what to expect.In Purgatory, things were constantly changing, constantly playing tricks on him. He knew it had wreaked havoc on Dean’s mind, but Cas had used him as an anchor. And alone…Purgatory crept in. Every crack, every crevice, every pore of his Vessel. Every wound in his Grace.He didn’t feel like an angel anymore. He didn’t even feel like a human anymore. He simply…was. Not Him. Not Angel. Not Human. Not Castiel. Even “Cas” felt like too much.The Name was taken. By the slow, constant pull of Purgatory.It fed on the Grace, slowly eating it out of the body that once belonged to Jimmy.It changed accordingly, to how ey felt. Ey felt alone and empty, so the world became lonely and empty. The Monsters of Purgatory were nowhere. The world was cold. The frost on the ground was almost like snow.It was rather fitting, ey thought.Miles and miles, ey walked, not even sure why. Perhaps it was habit. With Dean by eir side, they had constantly been moving. But towards something.Now, ey just moved, simply to move.How would it feel to just lay down on the ground and die? If that was even possible. With what ey was, where ey was.All ey knew for certain was that eir work was done. Dean was safe. And help wasn’t coming for the other half of the pair. If it was…then it would be an eternity before ey would receive it.It had felt like a thousand eternities already.Ey looked up. The stars of Earth were reflected in Purgatory’s skies.Ey had always liked the stars. They reminded em of the Angels. Their Grace. Beautiful and bright and shining, and too powerful for any other creature to get close to.Ey laid down in the frost, limbs splayed out, eyes wide and electric blue, reflecting the thousands of stars above. The chill sank into eir bones, into eir remnants of Grace.If this was eir time, at least ey could spend the last moments surrounded by eir siblings. -- source link
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