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toujours_nigelFuture!Cas, angst, spoilery but of course.
He crawls to Dean that night like a wounded animal—like a wounded dog, let loose the first time in its long life, yearning for his restraints—and listens to the metronome of his sleeping heart that cannot drown the silence of great wings beating, and of Lucifer rising, light a steady glow behind the thin wall of his eyes shut wide open, of Lucifer Lightbringer making his own the body of his brother’s vessel’s brother, and looks with near-human eyes and a bitter heart upon the shell that will and will never hold Michael come to slay his brother.
He crawls to Dean that night like a wounded animal—like a wounded dog, let loose the first time in its long life, yearning for his restraints—and listens to the metronome of his sleeping heart that cannot drown the silence of great wings beating, and of Lucifer rising, light a steady glow behind the thin wall of his eyes shut wide open, of Lucifer Lightbringer making his own the body of his brother’s vessel’s brother, and looks with near-human eyes and a bitter heart upon the shell that will and will never hold Michael come to slay his brother.
