Stuff About Destiel

Destiel Poem

This is a very profound poem thing I found on tumblr ages ago, and I thought it should be shared. I don't know who the author is, for it has been sitting idle in my notes, but if you do, please step forward.
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Writing doesn't resurrect, but it doesn't bury either. It carries. Like a huge backpack to store all of your memories. The moments you take for granted are not forever engraved in your mind, but in writing forever just might be possible.
A celestial being shouldn't have to write down any words. Perfection is not a goal for angel, but a requirement. Castiel just didn't fit the mold. The rebel angel who destroyed when he attempted to repair found sanity in humanity. Castiel admired humanity, he loved humanity, but he never thought he would experience humanity. Grace burned through his veins and didn't heal or empower. It burned. It stung. The very thing that made angels what they were was tearing him apart from the inside and making him human.
There was only one solace in all of this and that was one of humanity's oldest tools. Ink and paper. Castiel wrote and filled dozens of journals because now he didn't have forever.
Cas had what he so loved and what he realized could never last a fraction of his life span. Now, though, Castiel had an expiration date.
The clock was ticking. It was time to do something with his pocket of time. Instead of watching the bees or fighting or fixing, it was time to love. Not admire or adore, but love. Because even Cas knew that love didn't have expiration dates, but you had to say something first.
"Dean..."