The scar on his stomach says it. The knives of the demon king and the angel prince, tearing into him in tandem. The very last flaring out of his grace, the one pure divine belief in the life and light of the earth that had burned through the heart of Heaven and earned humanity a new lease on life-- all of that is now simply a line of raised, red flesh.
Dean kisses it reverently. "Hard to believe it's been a whole year, huh?" He's smiling against the scar, unable to contain his delight. He got everything he wanted, after all: His brother back, his world spinning on, and best of all his companion there with him, human and real, until death claims them both to peace.
Castiel ruffles his fingers through Dean's hair. Unlike Dean, he has lost something. But if he is sad, he never shows it; every moment that would have been tedious to him as an angel is precious now, and he feels the feathering touch of Dean's lips against his stomach in a way he'd never felt before. "It feels like a thousand years ago," he says. "It feels like it never happened. Like I've always been right here."
Dean crawls up his body to kiss his mouth. "That's where you're staying from now on."
"For a whole year?" Castiel's learned to smile, and when he does, Dean feels it in his whole body.
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Date: 2010-02-18 05:39 pm (UTC)Dean kisses it reverently. "Hard to believe it's been a whole year, huh?" He's smiling against the scar, unable to contain his delight. He got everything he wanted, after all: His brother back, his world spinning on, and best of all his companion there with him, human and real, until death claims them both to peace.
Castiel ruffles his fingers through Dean's hair. Unlike Dean, he has lost something. But if he is sad, he never shows it; every moment that would have been tedious to him as an angel is precious now, and he feels the feathering touch of Dean's lips against his stomach in a way he'd never felt before. "It feels like a thousand years ago," he says. "It feels like it never happened. Like I've always been right here."
Dean crawls up his body to kiss his mouth. "That's where you're staying from now on."
"For a whole year?" Castiel's learned to smile, and when he does, Dean feels it in his whole body.
"For a thousand."