[It's a lot to take in, Dean's breaking it down piece by piece, and Castiel's following along quietly like he's used to. It's good to see him again, have him close. It may be just four days, and four years - but heaven moved differently and time passed there were years compared to earth and the way the days flowed there.
His heart feels full, for the first time in a long time. Heaven is fine. Dean and his brother reunited, and Jack lived the destiny he'd felt so profoundly while he was still in the womb. Things felt right, and now he was here - in a different place, with Dean living a very different life.
When Dean grabs his shoulder Castiel's body sways to face his and he cranes his neck back to get a look at him. His face, aged with the grief of what they'd all been through. It's difficult to not want to reach out and touch it, to trace the lines of sorrow he'd seen etched there himself. Each loss a wrinkle in time.]
You mentioned Steve. Wanting to have him under contract. I'm glad you did.
[Though he's not met him, he remembers their conversation. The discussion about Captain America, Avengers, and how much Dean thought they'd get along. They hadn't had the chance to meet or discuss it further. Not with the snow, and the flowers there to impede their inhibitions.] Kate? [The only Kate he knew was the young girl he'd wrapped his arms around in an effort to keep warm. He didn't know that Dean knew her too, or what he was referencing specifically. His brows furrow into a tight line.] What does Kate have to do with this?
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Date: 2022-02-12 06:44 pm (UTC)His heart feels full, for the first time in a long time. Heaven is fine. Dean and his brother reunited, and Jack lived the destiny he'd felt so profoundly while he was still in the womb. Things felt right, and now he was here - in a different place, with Dean living a very different life.
When Dean grabs his shoulder Castiel's body sways to face his and he cranes his neck back to get a look at him. His face, aged with the grief of what they'd all been through. It's difficult to not want to reach out and touch it, to trace the lines of sorrow he'd seen etched there himself. Each loss a wrinkle in time.]
You mentioned Steve. Wanting to have him under contract. I'm glad you did.
[Though he's not met him, he remembers their conversation. The discussion about Captain America, Avengers, and how much Dean thought they'd get along. They hadn't had the chance to meet or discuss it further. Not with the snow, and the flowers there to impede their inhibitions.] Kate? [The only Kate he knew was the young girl he'd wrapped his arms around in an effort to keep warm. He didn't know that Dean knew her too, or what he was referencing specifically. His brows furrow into a tight line.] What does Kate have to do with this?