Sometimes he wondered whether that Cas really had died that day in Lawrence, whether whatever came back just had his memories and wore his face. It made him think of Amelia Novak, remembering her horror at looking up and seeing the angel behind her husband's eyes.
So poignant!
Don't go. Cas, this is killing you. There's less of you left every time you come back, even you can see that. The words lodged in his throat. And anyway, they'd be coming over a year too late.
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So poignant!
Don't go. Cas, this is killing you. There's less of you left every time you come back, even you can see that. The words lodged in his throat. And anyway, they'd be coming over a year too late.
Oh, the ANGST!!!
Loved your fic!