[ mindreading, for an angel, is not a cut and dry thing, and generally speaking, unless they are specifically tuned into an individual, it's all very vague. here in this place, with no boundary of flesh between his grace and dean's soul, the veil is thin, and he can perceive him easily.
it's still an ambiguous thing though, still not entirely clear, he cannot hear dean't thoughts exactly, but he can sense how he is feeling, can absorb his pain or his happiness or his fear. that dean feels whole again is not entirely lost on him, so he doesn't need to hear him say it, is content enough to feel he's ready to pull dean back to earth, ready to leave this little pocket universe at last.
it will be a shame to leave it behind. castiel loves this place, insomuch as an angel can love anything. it is his own corner of the universe, a place he has carved out for his own, and while that sort of behavior is strange and unbecoming of an an angel (a little too independent, a little too free), he's always been an odd sort among his own kind. a little more isolated. a little more autonomous. just enough for him to see the beauty in something like this, a private place for himself, just enough to find enjoyment in silence and the ring of his own quiet thoughts.
not enough, however, to risk the angels' wrath for lingering here too long when there is work to be done, a great deal of work, and they have already overstayed, castiel is sure he had rested too long. still, it's hard to feel hurried in a place like this, even if they haven't much time.
I.. cannot say for sure. Your memory may be unreliable in the veil, in Hell, and in this place, too. I don't know what you will remember, and what you will not.
it's an insufficient answer, he knows, but the best that he can rightly give. what dean will recall is not in castiel's hands to decide, and if he decides he wants his memories restored or erased once he's back on earth, they can deal with it then. after he's circled and settled into his vessel, that is. soon.
It is not in my power to change that. Not here, at least. My apologies. But I will find you nonetheless, whether or not you remember my face, or my voice.
for dean is his charge now, his responsibility, for better or for worse. it is castiel's mark upon him, and it shall be castiel who will be set to lead him from this point forward, in a frantic race against the seals that keep the cage tightly locked. it has him weary already, just thinking about it, and what an impossible feat it seems to keep the forces of hell at bay, to manage and protect every seal - there aren't enough angels in heaven to possibly cover them all, and castiel knows this, but still they must try.
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Date: 24 Dec 2015 06:19 (UTC)it's still an ambiguous thing though, still not entirely clear, he cannot hear dean't thoughts exactly, but he can sense how he is feeling, can absorb his pain or his happiness or his fear. that dean feels whole again is not entirely lost on him, so he doesn't need to hear him say it, is content enough to feel he's ready to pull dean back to earth, ready to leave this little pocket universe at last.
it will be a shame to leave it behind. castiel loves this place, insomuch as an angel can love anything. it is his own corner of the universe, a place he has carved out for his own, and while that sort of behavior is strange and unbecoming of an an angel (a little too independent, a little too free), he's always been an odd sort among his own kind. a little more isolated. a little more autonomous. just enough for him to see the beauty in something like this, a private place for himself, just enough to find enjoyment in silence and the ring of his own quiet thoughts.
not enough, however, to risk the angels' wrath for lingering here too long when there is work to be done, a great deal of work, and they have already overstayed, castiel is sure he had rested too long. still, it's hard to feel hurried in a place like this, even if they haven't much time.
I.. cannot say for sure. Your memory may be unreliable in the veil, in Hell, and in this place, too. I don't know what you will remember, and what you will not.
it's an insufficient answer, he knows, but the best that he can rightly give. what dean will recall is not in castiel's hands to decide, and if he decides he wants his memories restored or erased once he's back on earth, they can deal with it then. after he's circled and settled into his vessel, that is. soon.
It is not in my power to change that. Not here, at least. My apologies. But I will find you nonetheless, whether or not you remember my face, or my voice.
for dean is his charge now, his responsibility, for better or for worse. it is castiel's mark upon him, and it shall be castiel who will be set to lead him from this point forward, in a frantic race against the seals that keep the cage tightly locked. it has him weary already, just thinking about it, and what an impossible feat it seems to keep the forces of hell at bay, to manage and protect every seal - there aren't enough angels in heaven to possibly cover them all, and castiel knows this, but still they must try.
We must go soon, Dean. ]