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Cas is rubbing his wings all over Dean to mark him with his scent.
Every night Castiel slipped into a daze at the riverbank, letting the water wash over his bruised and bloodied fingers. Every night he considered pushing himself into the depths of the stream. Yet, just as he stole himself to go under a voice rang out, a quiet prayer. It happened every night. Always.
I love the idea that Castiel can take his true form in purgatory, I also wrote something that goes along with this but I didn’t want to be the infamous wall of text so you can read it here if you like : ) (note I am NOT a writer, but I had fun)
OTP challenge: DAY one “holding hands” —— Dean is willing to give his hand to Cas, only when they are in the purgatory, alone.
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This was it. Cas would be gone. Locked in Purgatory for the sake of getting Dean out.
The chains around his wrists wrinkled his trench coat. His white hospital shirt is ripped and muddy. He looked up at Dean with bags under his eyes and a tired understanding of what was coming. Dean gazed back solemnly, holding his composure by a thread. He wished there was another way, any other way, for them to somehow get out of this together.
He shifts under the weight of the chain restraints and looks away. “I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately, but I just want you to know—“
“No, don’t start that.” Dean shudders silently. He could never handle heartfelt goodbyes. “After all of the stuff you’ve done for me, for Sam…” he pauses briefly“… for Bobby. The very least you deserve is my forgiveness.”
Cas let loose a sad smile at that. They gaze at one another for a few moments, not talking. Dean suddenly pulls him into a fierce hug and rests his head on Cas’s shoulder. Cas desperately places his hands over Dean’s shoulders, stretching out the shackles to hold on. They stay like this for a few seconds. When they pull back, the world around them becomes still. Cas is the only thing in Dean’s vision. The blue in his eyes are the only color he can see.
And then it begins. The chains start pulling and tightening around Cas’s arms. He can’t fight them as he stumbles backwards, looking frantically at Dean. With panic rising in his chest, Dean grabs at the collar of the trench coat. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t watch him die again.
Without thinking, he wraps his arms around Castiel’s waist, and rests their foreheads against one another. “I’ll get you out someday, I swear. I’ll find a way. I’ll look for a way for the rest of my life if I have to.” With that, Dean places an earnest kiss to Cas’s lips. The chains give another gruesome yank and Cas is ripped from his arms. The chains drag him further into the abyss while Dean runs after, the chains pulling him faster.
The last thing Dean saw of Cas was the expression of terror that lurks his dreams
Some more “Trueform Castiel.” May have overdone it with the textured brushes, but regardless I like this thumb a bit more than the others on which I was working.