Date: 2022-02-11 08:43 pm (UTC)
cholesterol: ๐Ÿ‡ฉโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ดโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ณโ€Œ'๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ ๐Ÿ‡นโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ดโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡บโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡จโ€Œ๐Ÿ‡ญโ€Œ (no turning back)
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I don't know. Chuck snapped his fingers and 99% of the world's population disappeared. Jack brought it all back.

( In seconds. Just like that. Back like that. But, he's not fighting. Castiel wouldn't lie about that. Still, that anger pins him in place, frustration with their ships passing in the night, or death, in this case. It's Cas as Emmanuel in the middle of nowhere or Cas ending up in a damn hospital. It's missing him again.

Except, he is here, in front of him. And he's moved closer. Dean doesn't move forward, doesn't budge an inch.
)

Yeah.

( If he could've stopped, prevented, saved. He wishes he could feel the relief that had teased at him, but instead, heartbreak masks behind the gravel road of disappointment. )

You attend my funeral?
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