In the end, there were some things Castiel couldn’t fix. The angelic civil war caused horrific losses on both sides, and of course humans who were caught in the crossfire were considered “acceptable losses”. But it wasn’t acceptable; it never would be, and not just because it was Dean who paid the price. The doctors did their tests and measurements to explain the damage that had been done, but Sam could never explain to them that the injury had been caused by the presumption of one of the heavenly host hijacking Michael’s vessel as his own. Sam refused to let Dean die, but repair was beyond Castiel’s ability.
On the surface, things looked serene. Humanity as a whole had a remarkable ability to observe and then ignore what they could not understand. For them it was back to business as usual - going to work, going to school, making ends meet. For Castiel, his business as usual was Dean because Sam reported that the doctors said it was good for Dean to be in a routine.
It was Wednesday. On Wednesdays they went to the park. Sam always made sure to leave a loaf of bread for them to take with them. Three laps around the pond at whatever pace Dean was able to maintain, and then they sat on their bench, the sun on their backs and fed the ducks. Some days Dean even remembered his name.
On the surface, things looked serene. Humanity as a whole had a remarkable ability to observe and then ignore what they could not understand. For them it was back to business as usual - going to work, going to school, making ends meet. For Castiel, his business as usual was Dean because Sam reported that the doctors said it was good for Dean to be in a routine.
It was Wednesday. On Wednesdays they went to the park. Sam always made sure to leave a loaf of bread for them to take with them. Three laps around the pond at whatever pace Dean was able to maintain, and then they sat on their bench, the sun on their backs and fed the ducks. Some days Dean even remembered his name.
On those days Castiel wept.
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