Despite his insistence that they get this over and done with, Castiel is still a little reluctant to get out of bed that morning. There will be pain, and blood, and things he's never experienced as an angel. Things that he will likely experience again as a human, but hopefully not to this magnitude. He picks a stray feather up off the mattress, twirling it back and forth in his finger for a moment.
No, it's time.
He moves out into the living room to see everything Dean's set up, and nods his approval. "I think this will work just fine. Later we can burn them in the back yard. I don't want anyone getting a hold of whatever leftover grace they might carry and using it to ill means."
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Date: 2021-02-23 02:32 am (UTC)No, it's time.
He moves out into the living room to see everything Dean's set up, and nods his approval. "I think this will work just fine. Later we can burn them in the back yard. I don't want anyone getting a hold of whatever leftover grace they might carry and using it to ill means."