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— chapter seven ( the next morning )
CASTIEL HATED THAT EVERYONE THOUGHT OF HIM AS CLUELESS. Because he wasn't. He was in no way clueless. Castiel was an angel. An angel is more than human. It is more than a body and it is more than mortal. Castiel never spent his time wondering about trivial, dirt-level things. He was raised on the belief that everything was a metaphor, everything was a sign. So no, he didn't understand Rick and Morty or pop music. But what he did understand, was things larger than life. Plots, ideas, seeing between things.
Maybe that's why he wasn't fazed.
Maybe that's why he wasn't shocked when he found Elizabeth's door ajar, the space barren. He found a small, crumpled piece of paper with a small paragraph in very rushed handwriting. Most importantly, he found that he wasn't sad, as much as he was happy. He was happy that she'd made her way out. He was happy that she survived.
Casit started, very neat and clean.
I know for a fact you're reading this. I also know for a fact that this isn't goodbye. You'll find us. I know you will. Just don't tell Sam and Dean.
And thank you, for trying your hardest. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I tried to survive, but I failed. Jack says hi.
With love,
Elizabeth and Jack.
As it reached the end the letter became more oblique, more messy and scribbled. They looked less like letters and more like very thin diagonal lines. He knew that her writing only did that when she was emotional.
Castiel read the last bit over and over again. I tried to survive. That line stuck with him. He remembers telling her this once.
She was crying in a corner in the basement. She panting and hyperventilating. She was so scared. Her lungs were alight with a fire that refused to flicker. Cas found her. She'd messed up on the lore for a hunt, and she knew Dean was going to kill her.
He told her that as much as she wanted, she couldn't escape. She was trapped here and the best she could do was survive. She needed to survive until she could make her leave.
He could've laughed. Im sorry I wasn't stronger. He wished he could've told her how incredibly strong she was. He knew Sam and Dean wouldn't have.
Which is why when he broke the news to the brothers, he kept the letter safely tucked into his coat. And when he saw how poorly they reacted, (not reacting at all, simply claiming that she would come crawling back to them) he also decided to refrain from telling them how she'd put a bat through the Impalas of windshield.
He smiled, maybe not a sister. But a friend, more importantly.
A/n: im going to write a bill hader fic and you're just gonna have to accept that.
