[writing sample] In which Cas ponders life, the universe and everything.
He wasn’t bound by this world, and he never would be.
That was the problem with angels-they were eternal. Their boundaries weren’t those of human kind-they weren’t subject to the ebb and flow of time, or bound by the limits of a human life. He had seen civilizations come and go, kings rise and fall, men break and bleed, all for some kind of ideal-some sort of abstract human ideology that seems to be worth the risk of life. It all seemed so trivial when you’re looking down from above, and yet in the end, it changes nothing. History only repeats itself and starts the cycle all over again.
All those people, so unaware of what was going on above them, around them. So unaware of how two men, two humans like themselves could so easily change the course of human interaction. Castiel was sure that it was even more poetic that the two men were brothers, more than anything else. They were the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. In fact, the angel wasn’t even convinced that it could have been anyone else but the Winchesters. It was written in their fate, more than anything else. And it wasn’t because they were weak enough to be manipulated, or easy enough to turn. It was because together, and only together, would they be able to stop this great thing from happening. They had always been stronger together than apart.
He just hoped that they managed to see that.
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That was the problem with angels-they were eternal. Their boundaries weren’t those of human kind-they weren’t subject to the ebb and flow of time, or bound by the limits of a human life. He had seen civilizations come and go, kings rise and fall, men break and bleed, all for some kind of ideal-some sort of abstract human ideology that seems to be worth the risk of life. It all seemed so trivial when you’re looking down from above, and yet in the end, it changes nothing. History only repeats itself and starts the cycle all over again.
All those people, so unaware of what was going on above them, around them. So unaware of how two men, two humans like themselves could so easily change the course of human interaction. Castiel was sure that it was even more poetic that the two men were brothers, more than anything else. They were the Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. In fact, the angel wasn’t even convinced that it could have been anyone else but the Winchesters. It was written in their fate, more than anything else. And it wasn’t because they were weak enough to be manipulated, or easy enough to turn. It was because together, and only together, would they be able to stop this great thing from happening. They had always been stronger together than apart.
He just hoped that they managed to see that.
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