( just one more thing that he couldn't feasibly wrap his head around even if he were given ample time to attempt to do so; fighting for a decade, ten straight years in order to get to him? unfathomable. ridiculous. stupid. even though, once he's topside he will be grateful beyond all measure of the word for being given a … what would it be, now? second, third, fourth chance at life? just one more chance to right the wrongs he's made, blah blah blah, be the righteous man the entire army of heaven believes him to be?
yeah, he's still trying to understand that, and for all the bullshit he thinks it is, he still doesn't think it's going to ever even remotely make sense to him.
more importantly, castiel needs to continue resting himself, even though he's pretty sure the guy doesn't know when to call it quits. ( the pot calling the kettle black, here, but that's neither here nor there. )
he's not sure why he'd bothered with the pop culture reference in the first place – old habits die hard, maybe – but the re-giving of the angel's name has him chuckling, the sound of broken glass rolling around in the back of his throat. a small amount of amusement where there otherwise wouldn't be any at all, and even if they're far from being in the clear, he still feels lighter than when they'd still been in hell.
small victories, you know?
yeah, yeah, i know, but – never mind.
the aspect of being healed is a new one – especially when he's painfully aware of the fact that he remains as nothing but a soul, a wholly intangible thing, and he can't keep himself from wondering just what healing a soul should entail. much like a deep burn must be debrided, the dead skin removed in order for new cells to grow, there has to be so much of his soul that needs cleansing in order for it to begin to heal at all. he's quiet, for a small moment, as he thinks; of course, it isn't the aspect of pain that bothers him, because he's a winchester and pain tends to come with the job description. more like … it's just weird, really, to think he's probably about to be badtouched by an angel in order to set the healing process in motion.
whatever you got, i can take it. let's hurry up and get this over with.
he should be thankful that this option is being given over to him, but it's the roughness in his thoughts that give rise to the thought that he might not be, even though he's never been one to look the proverbial gift angel horse in the mouth. )
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Date: 21 Dec 2015 02:01 (UTC)yeah, he's still trying to understand that, and for all the bullshit he thinks it is, he still doesn't think it's going to ever even remotely make sense to him.
more importantly, castiel needs to continue resting himself, even though he's pretty sure the guy doesn't know when to call it quits. ( the pot calling the kettle black, here, but that's neither here nor there. )
he's not sure why he'd bothered with the pop culture reference in the first place – old habits die hard, maybe – but the re-giving of the angel's name has him chuckling, the sound of broken glass rolling around in the back of his throat. a small amount of amusement where there otherwise wouldn't be any at all, and even if they're far from being in the clear, he still feels lighter than when they'd still been in hell.
small victories, you know?
yeah, yeah, i know, but – never mind.
the aspect of being healed is a new one – especially when he's painfully aware of the fact that he remains as nothing but a soul, a wholly intangible thing, and he can't keep himself from wondering just what healing a soul should entail. much like a deep burn must be debrided, the dead skin removed in order for new cells to grow, there has to be so much of his soul that needs cleansing in order for it to begin to heal at all. he's quiet, for a small moment, as he thinks; of course, it isn't the aspect of pain that bothers him, because he's a winchester and pain tends to come with the job description. more like … it's just weird, really, to think he's probably about to be badtouched by an angel in order to set the healing process in motion.
whatever you got, i can take it. let's hurry up and get this over with.
he should be thankful that this option is being given over to him, but it's the roughness in his thoughts that give rise to the thought that he might not be, even though he's never been one to look the proverbial gift
angelhorse in the mouth. )