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Human souls are built much like angels, made of light and colour and intent. Lovely little wings that can never fly and wide gazing eyes that can see eternity and hands made to hold their loved ones close. Dean doesn't even seem to notice when his soul reaches out to hold Castiel's hand, but to the angel, it means everything. It's the closest to being loved he thinks he'll ever get. But what will happen when all that remains of Dean is his soul?
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I don't know exactly what it is about this fic, but I love it dearly.
Accidentally stumbled upon it again after searching for it, not finding it, and subsequently giving up not two days prior. -
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Spn: together, for eternity.
Human souls are built much like angels, made of light and colour and intent. Lovely little wings that can never fly and wide gazing eyes that can see eternity and hands made to hold their loved ones close. Dean doesn't even seem to notice when his soul reaches out to hold Castiel's hand, but to the angel, it means everything. It's the closest to being loved he thinks he'll ever get. But what will happen when all that remains of Dean is his soul?
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Cas wraps the human in a gentle embrace, arms and wings wrapping around Dean’s form and holding on, scared to let go now that he’s finally, finally, allowed this. The soul shifts a little in Cas’ embrace, fingers shaking, and he realizes that Dean is crying. Tears made of starlight well up in his eye and spill over onto the angel’s feathers.
Cas just holds him tighter.
Then, much to the angel’s surprise and mild trepidation, Dean climbs inside him, using his many hands to position himself in the middle of the tangle of rings and tiny supernovas that is the centre of Cas, a concentrated galaxy of light and eternity. The soul is warm and weightless within him, and Cas tucks a few of his smaller wings inward, doing his best to cushion the soul curled where nothing besides light has ever been before. Dean snuggles down into the summer sky feathers, a few stray hands stroking through the angel’s plumage.
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Beautiful spiritual description of human souls and cas’s true form, and the afterlife of dean and cas