[A waste. He wants to laugh at that, because what hasn't been a waste? He figures, if anything, he's the only angel that's learned his lesson. Sure, it took death to figure it out, but he got it. Fate and all that. No free will. Not around here, bucko.
You know what? He's not questioning it. Not this time. He figures - hell, doesn't he owe Castiel a little? And this hole, while not altogether a shit one, isn't a picnic. He just imagines it is, shapes it a little, makes it a little less blank and boring.
(And he misses his brothers.)]
Beam up us, kiddo. [He closes his not-eyes, draws the nothingness out of them and allows the intrusion. It's probably the most intimate freaking thing angels can do, and this is coming from a guy who's bagged thousands of chicks. He feels Castiel in him, around him, and yeah, there's something more there.
It's familiar. Family, huh. Little grunt got a promotion.]
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You know what? He's not questioning it. Not this time. He figures - hell, doesn't he owe Castiel a little? And this hole, while not altogether a shit one, isn't a picnic. He just imagines it is, shapes it a little, makes it a little less blank and boring.
(And he misses his brothers.)]
Beam up us, kiddo. [He closes his not-eyes, draws the nothingness out of them and allows the intrusion. It's probably the most intimate freaking thing angels can do, and this is coming from a guy who's bagged thousands of chicks. He feels Castiel in him, around him, and yeah, there's something more there.
It's familiar. Family, huh. Little grunt got a promotion.]