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Another fic. I like this one better. Well a drabble rather than a fic.
Title: Two Words
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating:G
Spoilers: Through Season 6
I see everything. Baby birds begging for their first meal, blades of grass as they each take on their own life. I see death in its terrifying beauty and the intoxicating thing that is birth. I see a thousand skies, and a million faces. I am all there is and I rule all. At first I was harsh and cruel. Then I saw tears, from crystal green eyes and I turned to kindness. I am no longer feared, but I am loved.
I see most of all a man. Stubborn, short haired, stubble faced, an incredible man who changed my whole world and could again were he to but ask. Two words, and I would release this all. My reign would end; I would pass the power equally to all the Angels in Heaven and Earth. I would leave them to their own devices and quarrels, and I would give up being the beginning and the end. His prayers are loudest to my ears, his sobs in the night; I feel the whiskey burn my own throat as it slowly eats away at his.
I wait every day to hear it, I have for what are years here in heaven, and yet every day passes, and I only watch him slowly self-destructing, fighting the urge to say it. Because he is stubborn, and foolish, and so many other things that I love. Love. It is fickle and confusing and something that I do not understand except from people who worship me and from the time I spent with the Winchesters. Yet love it is that I feel for him, and always will. How I long to hear him say it, I would soar there in seconds, wrap him in my wings, tell him it will be OK and become me again to care for him. To simply be next to him, smell his soap and detergent.
Another night of sitting and watching him slowly drown the two words I await.
I’m sorry.
Title: Two Words
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating:G
Spoilers: Through Season 6
I see everything. Baby birds begging for their first meal, blades of grass as they each take on their own life. I see death in its terrifying beauty and the intoxicating thing that is birth. I see a thousand skies, and a million faces. I am all there is and I rule all. At first I was harsh and cruel. Then I saw tears, from crystal green eyes and I turned to kindness. I am no longer feared, but I am loved.
I see most of all a man. Stubborn, short haired, stubble faced, an incredible man who changed my whole world and could again were he to but ask. Two words, and I would release this all. My reign would end; I would pass the power equally to all the Angels in Heaven and Earth. I would leave them to their own devices and quarrels, and I would give up being the beginning and the end. His prayers are loudest to my ears, his sobs in the night; I feel the whiskey burn my own throat as it slowly eats away at his.
I wait every day to hear it, I have for what are years here in heaven, and yet every day passes, and I only watch him slowly self-destructing, fighting the urge to say it. Because he is stubborn, and foolish, and so many other things that I love. Love. It is fickle and confusing and something that I do not understand except from people who worship me and from the time I spent with the Winchesters. Yet love it is that I feel for him, and always will. How I long to hear him say it, I would soar there in seconds, wrap him in my wings, tell him it will be OK and become me again to care for him. To simply be next to him, smell his soap and detergent.
Another night of sitting and watching him slowly drown the two words I await.
I’m sorry.