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2012. And you?

[He can't remember being like this. Is this his future? Is that better or worse than the psych ward and hallucinations and feeling broken?]

2014.

[ Pause. ]

But you're not me. Not directly. It was different you. You're still, uh—. [ An angel. Whole. Never mind. ] Where's Heaven? What happened? What's become of, uh, the Winchesters?

[ And really he means Dean. Sam is important but Sam isn't Dean. Do you know Dean? You must know Dean. ]

[Castiel pulls a few game pawns from his pocket, blue and green, collected from different games. He starts lining them up with no apparent pattern to them. And then he starts to talk. Because who will listen, if not himself? Besides... the other him is probably just another hallucination anyway.]

We locked them in the Cage. Michael and Lucifer and Sam. And Dean... Dean went to be happy with Lisa and Ben. I, I realized that Raphael, he would not stop. He wanted the Apocalypse. You know... how he is, how he can get. So. Not strong enough to fight him. I did consider requesting Dean's aid. But he deserved... peace, you know. And Crowley had a plan, and... it sounded reasonable at the time. So I took the souls, and I started civil war, and then I freed Sam from the Cage. I, I didn't notice I left his soul, of course. And I had to lie to them, to the Winchesters. All the time. Met Balthazar again, restored Sam's soul, but... Hell did a lot of damage, so. Tried to open Purgatory. Killed Rachel and Balthazar, broke Sam's mind to pieces, I, I didn't know what else to do. Fell out with Dean, opened Purgatory. I destroyed Raphael.

[Have some hesitation. Castiel doesn't look up from his pawns. One by one, he begins knocking down the blue ones.]

Killed his supporters in Heaven. I, I killed many humans, too. Declared myself a God, and didn't realize I had... freed the Leviathan from Purgatory. They killed me, and I... I came back, with no memory. Dean found me. Sam was dying, because I broke him. So. I got my memory back. I took Sam's taint. They left, then. Dean. And Sam. I see Lucifer, and all those I killed. Sometimes. It's gotten better. The End.

[The last pawn falls and Castiel places his hands in his lap and stares at his counterpart.]

I don't fight anymore.

[ He listens. Shit, man. They destroyed everything. But he understands, almost, how they got there. Laughing is not an appropriate response, and he knows that, but can't quite help himself. Smiles because that's all you can do in the face of that much suck. ]

It's the end of the world as we know it.

[ Quiet. Pause. ]

And I feel fine.

They're lyrics from a song by a band called R.E.M. [ Just. So you know. It irritated him when Dean never explained his references. ]

Do you think God is still there, Castiel? Do you think—. [ Where is God? Why doesn't He come? Doesn't it matter to Him? Not them, maybe. But the world. How can you create something and not care about its fate? ] I don't know why anything matters anymore.

Nothing really does. I begged and pleaded, but no one cared. Dogs think in ovals, did you know? I would still rather have a cat.

[And then he leans in, wrapping his arms around the other Castiel in a poor mimicry of a hug, and smiles into the crook of his neck.]

You, you feel almost real, you know. But you smell like the night shift nurse. Not the demon. The other one.

[ Dogs think in ovals? ] I don't understand.

[ Except oh hey touching. Touching that is not part of sex is—strange. He tenses, and then relaxes when he realises it's a hug. Adjusts his stance so it's more comfortable and hugs back, the mirror image with his face in the crook of your neck. ]

Yeah. Uh. I'm, uh, I'm real. I'm—[ Hugging harder. Shit. ]—sorry. [ Laughs. ] I'm not, uh. Emotional support isn't, uh, something we're good at. [ But, hey. For himself, he'll try. ]

Who is the demon? [ Demons are bad. He's had his fair share of run-ins with them. With being powerless to stop them. But you're still running at 100% battery. You could fight. ]

Meg Masters. She's all that's left for me. Funny, isn't it?

[A puff of laughter against your neck, but it's not real, not completely. Then a stretch of silence for a while.]

I'd give it to you if I could, you know. I can fight, but I don't want to. I just want to watch watch the fruit and listen to the bees.

[More silence, then the most important question.]

I. Is Dean with you?

[ Yeah. Yeah that's funny. Except he's not laughing. This is just sad. This is the most fucking depressing conversation ever—and oh hey maybe that is laughter, helpless and breathless. ]

Dean is—yes. [ Pause. ] Both of them. Uh. Zachariah sent Dean from the past. So he's, uh—.

It doesn't matter. [ Shit. He pulls out of the hug and pushes the heels of his hands against his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. Lets it out in a shaky laugh. He has a bottle of pain medication in his pocket and he digs it out to dry swallow four. ] This is all, uh—I can't, I can't do this. What's the point?

[ He rattles the pill bottle. ] Do you want some? They help.

[When he concentrates, he can vaguely recall this. Dean has never told him details, of course. Castiel understands why, now. It's that, maybe, which prompts him to brush his fingers against your temple to dull the effect. He doesn't take it away, just softens it.]

They really don't. Psych ward, remember? They... they really don't. Please.

[Is there no version of them, nowhere, that doesn't break and shatter? Is there no happiness? But no. YHe has to believe that you, at least, can be saved. You deserve it, because you didn't make his mistakes.]

[ What are you doing? Heaven left. The only other angel—the only grace left in the world—is Lucifer. He makes an irritated whine in the back of his throat, ducking his head away. ]

Don't—. [ Shit. Don't touch him. He can't stand it. The part of him that he doesn't have any more. ] Ugh. [ He fumbles to open the bottle again. ] They may not work for you, but, uh. For me, for this body—[ He glances over at you. Grins a little. ]—they work. We all got to cope somehow.

[ So. He's going to take his drugs. If you don't mind. He pauses with the pills in his palm long enough for you to object if you do. ]

You're in a hospital? [ You didn't actually mention that part to him, angel-him. It's not like it doesn't actually make sense when he thinks about it. If he still had his mojo, things might go badly when he tripped out. ] What happens when you hallucinate?

[And there's the return of the fidgeting. Castiel has a habit of breaking things. Includinghimself. Always, it seems. Still his fingers curl around your hand and cling, shaking, covering the pills for now.]

Yes. Sam was in the hospital. I fixed Sam and took his place, they left, the people there give me pills. The more pills I, I take, the more it... it dampens my... and then Lucifer talks to me. Sometimes Dean or Sam. Balthazar. Everyone I killed. They are not real, and they hurt.

[Sometimes he wishes he had no Grace to shield him, that Lucifer would torture him until he died, like Sam almost did. But it would be too easy, and it won't happen.]

You have... you have two Deans. Stay with the younger one, the one we have faith in. He will be pulled back, please, you can go with him. That way, he can have you when I destroy everything. Everybody will be happy.

[ Yeah. They break things. Especially themselves. And there's no absolution. There's no forgiveness or purpose. Things just are. He looks down and smiles, grin cracking his expression wide like a wince.

They hurt. Yeah. He gets that. Hence the pain meds. ]

I can't—I can't leave him. [ Dean. Dean in 2014. ] I'm, we're a part of this, angel. He'd be alone. [ And Dean does not function well alone. ]

[ He smiles again, apologetic, desolate. ] I, uh, I can't make Dean happy. Sam—Dean needs Sam. He doesn't need—us. [ His voice cracks. This is just the way things are. ]

On the mun's designs for character development

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For the purposes of this post Cas is somewhere from right in the middle of the episode. JSYK.

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