We’re going home.
Molly: “You hunt these things, but you don’t know what happens to them?”
Dean: “Well, they never come back. That’s all that matters.”
Dean in purgatory
But what if purgatory is God.
What if God swallowed all the monster souls to save the rest of his creations.
What if God isn’t omnipototent.
What if all the monster souls in it exist in a state similar to but different from the state of a person used as a vessel, trapped, chained.
What if Dean and Cas are trapped inside God.
What if I need to go to sleep before my brain eats itself.
You saved me, Castiel. It was so quiet. For a time. So peaceful. Because of you.
You’re as great as me, as immense as me. You know what it’s like to feel them inside, my demons, my blood-thirsty, war-mongering, tiny, clawing little demons, an ever-expanding army, as you saw them. Or at least a midnight snack.
Were they tasty, Castiel? Was I tasty?
You sucked the marrow from my bones and drank the poisoned blood from my veins and and left me feeling more than I ever was before.
I can feel them crawling around in my head.
I can feel you crawling around in there.
I can feel you, Castiel.
A gust of wind brushes across his wings like a caress, and he shivers. Nothing changes here. There are no sunsets or seasons or falling leaves or weather.
Wind doesn’t exist in Purgatory.
and in the dark
I can feel your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
but then it stopped
and I was in the darkness
Here’s about Dean and Castiel being stuck in a purgatory-like realm.
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