[ it's easy to let go of everything else with visions of paradise occluding your senses. he's been there before: standing in the green room, with dean telling him he's a coward and already dead— he'd hung his head in shame, but he'd also meant what he said. in paradise, all is forgiven.
dean was right, he thinks. he's not sure he's ever been alive. wasn't everything he did, in the end, to escape the painful inevitabilities of this life? he's tried so hard to chase the ideal, it never occurred to him there might be merit in accepting the flaws he was so long ago presented with. heaven was broken, but did he need to try to teach them free will? what did he think was going to happen? or was he just trying to assert his superiority? castiel, the better angel.
he doesn't know anymore.
castiel pours four fingers of vodka into the empty glass, filling it to the rim, and leaves the bottle standing between them. he won't stop jack from drinking. he imagines it won't affect him, anyway. ]
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dean was right, he thinks. he's not sure he's ever been alive. wasn't everything he did, in the end, to escape the painful inevitabilities of this life? he's tried so hard to chase the ideal, it never occurred to him there might be merit in accepting the flaws he was so long ago presented with. heaven was broken, but did he need to try to teach them free will? what did he think was going to happen? or was he just trying to assert his superiority? castiel, the better angel.
he doesn't know anymore.
castiel pours four fingers of vodka into the empty glass, filling it to the rim, and leaves the bottle standing between them. he won't stop jack from drinking. he imagines it won't affect him, anyway. ]
Sometimes I think they should have.