[ dean says he's prepared, and that is enough for castiel to begin.
with the soul suspended in space before him, castiel begins his task, closing his eyes and cupping his long hands around the warm light of dean winchester, and beginning to pull. it's careful work, and castiel cannot rush it, cannot move too quickly lest he disrupt the delicate balance of dean's already fractured soul, but thankfully dean landed himself a very fastidious angel, as far as angels are concerned, and castiel is nothing if not meticulous, careful, and thorough.
so he doesn't work slowly, but he does work attentively. it's not an easy task, to mend a soul, and dean's has certainly seen a good amount of wear. but he peels away the shadows as gently as possible, pressing his grace against and around and through all the cracks of dean's soul, hot and abrasive like boiling water scouring him clean. it's bound to be painful and invasive, he's scraping the grit and grime out of every nook and cranny of him, clearing away the dark and the filth, and in the end he is left with broken pieces in need of healing, but clean and crisp and new as the day he was born.
it's.. incredible, how brightly he shines, how much heat and light there is now that he has cleansed the corruption and impurity away. he's never seen anything like it. even broken, dean winchester is beautiful to behold, fiery with strength and determination, but beneath it all there pulses a soft, kind center - castiel can feel it, he is in him, and there is so much love, so much loyalty here, an impossible warmth that he's never seen or known before. he certainly is.. much more than meets the eye.
The worst has passed.
with the shadows pried away and dean's soul shining new, all that's left is to soothe the aches and put the pieces back together. castiel moves around him in slow circles, his lidless eyes watchful, for this takes great care, but he is fluid and gentle as he carefully eases dean winchester's parts back into place, like fitting the pieces of a puzzle together. rather than boiling with heat and holy fire, his grace is now soothing as a balm, cool and gentle as water licking at his wounds, pulling him back together with laser precision, and sealing all the broken seams left behind.
it's tedious work, and it takes a good amount of time, but castiel is nothing if not utterly thorough, his technique exact, because there can be no mistakes in this. when he is finished, he takes dean's soul full in his hands again, bringing him close to inspect his work, to wash him over fully with the healing salve of his grace, and he finds that he is satisfied. the end result is a soul that shines brighter and more fiercely than any he has seen before, and if there had been any doubt in his mind before that this man before him was the righteous man, it's certainly dispelled now. he is whole and complete again at last, and marked by castiel himself, like a thumbprint left behind, or an artist signing his work. how it will manifest on the planes of earth is anyone's guess.
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Date: 21 Dec 2015 05:19 (UTC)with the soul suspended in space before him, castiel begins his task, closing his eyes and cupping his long hands around the warm light of dean winchester, and beginning to pull. it's careful work, and castiel cannot rush it, cannot move too quickly lest he disrupt the delicate balance of dean's already fractured soul, but thankfully dean landed himself a very fastidious angel, as far as angels are concerned, and castiel is nothing if not meticulous, careful, and thorough.
so he doesn't work slowly, but he does work attentively. it's not an easy task, to mend a soul, and dean's has certainly seen a good amount of wear. but he peels away the shadows as gently as possible, pressing his grace against and around and through all the cracks of dean's soul, hot and abrasive like boiling water scouring him clean. it's bound to be painful and invasive, he's scraping the grit and grime out of every nook and cranny of him, clearing away the dark and the filth, and in the end he is left with broken pieces in need of healing, but clean and crisp and new as the day he was born.
it's.. incredible, how brightly he shines, how much heat and light there is now that he has cleansed the corruption and impurity away. he's never seen anything like it. even broken, dean winchester is beautiful to behold, fiery with strength and determination, but beneath it all there pulses a soft, kind center - castiel can feel it, he is in him, and there is so much love, so much loyalty here, an impossible warmth that he's never seen or known before. he certainly is.. much more than meets the eye.
The worst has passed.
with the shadows pried away and dean's soul shining new, all that's left is to soothe the aches and put the pieces back together. castiel moves around him in slow circles, his lidless eyes watchful, for this takes great care, but he is fluid and gentle as he carefully eases dean winchester's parts back into place, like fitting the pieces of a puzzle together. rather than boiling with heat and holy fire, his grace is now soothing as a balm, cool and gentle as water licking at his wounds, pulling him back together with laser precision, and sealing all the broken seams left behind.
it's tedious work, and it takes a good amount of time, but castiel is nothing if not utterly thorough, his technique exact, because there can be no mistakes in this. when he is finished, he takes dean's soul full in his hands again, bringing him close to inspect his work, to wash him over fully with the healing salve of his grace, and he finds that he is satisfied. the end result is a soul that shines brighter and more fiercely than any he has seen before, and if there had been any doubt in his mind before that this man before him was the righteous man, it's certainly dispelled now. he is whole and complete again at last, and marked by castiel himself, like a thumbprint left behind, or an artist signing his work. how it will manifest on the planes of earth is anyone's guess.
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