SPN: Dean/Castiel PicSpam (For my friend A)
I'm taking a break from studying cellular respiration and photosynthesis to gush all over the chemistry between Dean and an angel named Castiel.
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!
( ::hums Tom Petty:: You wreck me, baby - yeah, you break me in two - but you move me, honey - yes, you do ... )
If you love it then I'm ridiculously pleased. Seriously, that's all it takes.
I know this might sound really strange but I keep thinking about how we must look like a bunch of slightly less organized and industrious ants to a superior being. Maybe we're something of a marvel from a distance but up close we're so very vulnerable and profane and unable to understand mysterious ways. I can see how it would engage a wide range of feelings from pity to confusion to frustration. ( I also keep thinking about how sometimes I step over ants and sometimes I don't bother looking at all.) At this point though I think Castiel is more than a little involved in Dean's welfare and not just as it pertains to Sam and his destiny. He's seen for himself what Dean has been through in hell and apparently whether it's on his job description or not he is a bit of a guardian angel to Dean. Perching (There! I said it!) on Dean's bed while he has a nightmare about hell is no coincidence in my book.
Stop me. I could go on and on and it's with only 3 episodes. Brace yourself for future flaily-type e-mails.
You are my dear friend and I love you so much. Why don't I live in Italy?
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