a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
#oh honeys ‘what broke the connection’ #‘i don’t know’ #no you don’t because it doesn’t make sense #none of it has ever made sense #why castiel turned his back on a lifetime of faith in god and fellowship in heaven #for some idiot who sings off-key to music that sounds a bit like a garbage truck doing a collection run #why dean trusts something that isn’t human so completely #even after he betrays you breaks your brother and disappears for months at a time #why dean kneels on the floor of that crypt and begs #(‘cas — no. cas…cas!’) #for cas to not land the killing blow #but he leans into the touch and fists a handful of that trenchcoat anyways #it just doesn’t make sense. #except maybe it’s starting to #(‘you heard me didn’t you?’) #(‘yes i heard you’) #he told you what it meant for him to pray #‘it’s the same as begging’ #so when he’s begging at your feet with the sound of his bones breaking still grating against your vessel’s eardrums #and the sound of him choking on his own blood fills the crypt like rising water #he’s praying #you /idiot/ he’s praying #and you make sense of it by figuring out who he’s praying to and for #… #oh no i made myself very very sad #:( (via divachester)
