To mentally prepare for something like this would have been impossible, but Castiel wasn't even given that chance. The only warning he'd received was a vague mention of some kind of "surprise," something that he'd practically forgotten about already; his fractured mind couldn't hold onto much, didn't want to.
The game he'd picked out was called Candyland, because what could be more benign than a board game based off of dessert? It was bright and colorful and meant for children. Castiel had learned that he liked the way that children thought and perceived the world. So simple and so uncomplicated. He could lose himself in chocolate rivers and cotton candy clouds.
He was organizing the game, putting out all the pieces and then moving them around at random. In a way, he preferred setting up the games to actually playing them. It gave his life an order it didn't really have otherwise, and once again, it had to do with control. He was in charge of the pieces, even if he wasn't in charge of himself.
You're gonna love this one. Castiel suddenly heard Lucifer's voice, whispering in his ear, and as he jerked around to search for the source, he caught sight of Meg and--
A man with a stolen face. A man he knew, and didn't know. For a moment, Castiel could only stare, because this was exactly what he'd been waiting for. A savior, some sign of redemption, a way home. And yet at the same exact time, it was reminder of everything wrong. It was because of this man, with this face, that he'd ended up here. And while that had been his choice, now he--
He'd missed him.
No, because this wasn't him to begin with.
Castiel blinked, the shock only registering minutely on his face, and for a second he saw Dean's double drenched in blood. Moments later, it was all gone, and Castiel forced himself to bow his head and try to drown everything out.
That was impossible, though, with Meg there. Castiel peered at the mimic from under his hair, barely making eye contact. (If this was Dean, he would have stared, right?)
Tom was the wrong name, completely wrong, closer to Sam than Dean, and for a brief moment Castiel was tempted to shove the game board to the ground and stalk away. But that would only earn him more drugs, more confinement, more of Lucifer taunting him.
Since there were no words for this, Castiel refocused his mind, made it cling onto the one thing that made sense. "Did you want to play?" he asked not-Dean, sliding the board so that it sat an equal distance between them.
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The game he'd picked out was called Candyland, because what could be more benign than a board game based off of dessert? It was bright and colorful and meant for children. Castiel had learned that he liked the way that children thought and perceived the world. So simple and so uncomplicated. He could lose himself in chocolate rivers and cotton candy clouds.
He was organizing the game, putting out all the pieces and then moving them around at random. In a way, he preferred setting up the games to actually playing them. It gave his life an order it didn't really have otherwise, and once again, it had to do with control. He was in charge of the pieces, even if he wasn't in charge of himself.
You're gonna love this one. Castiel suddenly heard Lucifer's voice, whispering in his ear, and as he jerked around to search for the source, he caught sight of Meg and--
A man with a stolen face. A man he knew, and didn't know. For a moment, Castiel could only stare, because this was exactly what he'd been waiting for. A savior, some sign of redemption, a way home. And yet at the same exact time, it was reminder of everything wrong. It was because of this man, with this face, that he'd ended up here. And while that had been his choice, now he--
He'd missed him.
No, because this wasn't him to begin with.
Castiel blinked, the shock only registering minutely on his face, and for a second he saw Dean's double drenched in blood. Moments later, it was all gone, and Castiel forced himself to bow his head and try to drown everything out.
That was impossible, though, with Meg there. Castiel peered at the mimic from under his hair, barely making eye contact. (If this was Dean, he would have stared, right?)
Tom was the wrong name, completely wrong, closer to Sam than Dean, and for a brief moment Castiel was tempted to shove the game board to the ground and stalk away. But that would only earn him more drugs, more confinement, more of Lucifer taunting him.
Since there were no words for this, Castiel refocused his mind, made it cling onto the one thing that made sense. "Did you want to play?" he asked not-Dean, sliding the board so that it sat an equal distance between them.