[ trouble, thankfully, does not follow them here. they are far removed from earth and from heaven and hell, perched on the very edge of the universe, so far that it is hard for castiel even to hear the voices of the angels broadcasting, were he conscious to hear them at all.
in a place like this, time seems to stand still. there is nothing to mark the passage of the hours, nothing to say that time is even moving at all, that they are not in limbo of it, pulled by some ancient gravity that slows time and dilates it. it could be minutes that castiel spends unconscious, it could be hours, or weeks, or years - but soon enough his grace has finished its work, rebuilding his body, mending together his torn wings, and while it will take far more rest than this to restore him to his fullest capacity, he is healed enough to stir once more, soon enough.
castiel shifts with the downy whisper of rustling feathers, and his mind is full of voices, angels calling to be heard, searching for him, relaying again and again what castiel already knows, what the demon whispered to him in the pit - it is too late.
it's an easy thing to block them off, for the sound is already faint for how far they are from heaven, and castiel shuts the door on it. his eyes flicker to life, and with a painful sound like a groan but not, he moves and begins to lift himself - a bolt of panic lances through him. dean -- but dean, he finds, is still here. still safe. warm and bright as he had been in hell, in one piece, waiting in the circle of his grace. relief washes over him like water. dean winchester is saved.
but there is work to be done. dean is filthy, still dark with shadows, too broken to fit back into his body, too splintered to walk the earth again, if that is even to be the plan, anymore. with the first seal broken, he has no idea what is to be done with dean winchester, if the entire mission will be deemed a failure, if he is already missing orders to cast him back into the pit. castiel fought too hard for that. and besides, dean is marked, still, he does not belong there, and so he will keep to his original orders, to restore him, to make him whole, to return him to earth. he must focus on that, and not on his own grandiose failure, his inability to find and rescue the righteous man before it was too late. one task at a time.
when he speaks out at last, castiel's voice is whole, but thin, weary, stretched.
I will take you Home, soon. First I must heal you. ]
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Date: 18 Dec 2015 09:17 (UTC)in a place like this, time seems to stand still. there is nothing to mark the passage of the hours, nothing to say that time is even moving at all, that they are not in limbo of it, pulled by some ancient gravity that slows time and dilates it. it could be minutes that castiel spends unconscious, it could be hours, or weeks, or years - but soon enough his grace has finished its work, rebuilding his body, mending together his torn wings, and while it will take far more rest than this to restore him to his fullest capacity, he is healed enough to stir once more, soon enough.
castiel shifts with the downy whisper of rustling feathers, and his mind is full of voices, angels calling to be heard, searching for him, relaying again and again what castiel already knows, what the demon whispered to him in the pit - it is too late.
it's an easy thing to block them off, for the sound is already faint for how far they are from heaven, and castiel shuts the door on it. his eyes flicker to life, and with a painful sound like a groan but not, he moves and begins to lift himself - a bolt of panic lances through him. dean -- but dean, he finds, is still here. still safe. warm and bright as he had been in hell, in one piece, waiting in the circle of his grace. relief washes over him like water. dean winchester is saved.
but there is work to be done. dean is filthy, still dark with shadows, too broken to fit back into his body, too splintered to walk the earth again, if that is even to be the plan, anymore. with the first seal broken, he has no idea what is to be done with dean winchester, if the entire mission will be deemed a failure, if he is already missing orders to cast him back into the pit. castiel fought too hard for that. and besides, dean is marked, still, he does not belong there, and so he will keep to his original orders, to restore him, to make him whole, to return him to earth. he must focus on that, and not on his own grandiose failure, his inability to find and rescue the righteous man before it was too late. one task at a time.
when he speaks out at last, castiel's voice is whole, but thin, weary, stretched.
I will take you Home, soon. First I must heal you. ]