SPN fic: Clipped
So apparently a while ago I wrote a drabble (well, drabble and a half)? This never happens, but I found it on my hard drive today, so, well, here:
Clipped
Episode tag: 504, The End
Gen, Cas centric
It’s nothing really like flying at all, being high.
But then, the way an angel flies doesn’t involve any sort of literal height anyway; they move through the fabric of the universe, not merely through space. Up, down, right, left, don’t mean anything. Earth, to angels, is all one simple field to be manipulated; they pass through it as they wish, wrapped warm in their grace.
It’s all just linguistic, the connection between an angel’s movement and flight, between flying and being high. Castiel knows this, but still sometimes he’s bitterly, achingly disappointed by it; by how little anything in this new human life can ever be like his old one. Language lies.
He quite likes being stoned though. Cool and blissed out is not quite the same as calm, driven and certain, but it’s certainly a lot better than alone, lost and afraid.