You are constellations, and you are breaths that swirl in cold times
and you are the music that thrums across my pulse late at night


spn-rants:

HOW DID I MISS THIS.

GUYS. You know that feeling you get? When you have days, or months, or years where you forget, but it suddenly hits you that you’re breathing? I think that this is Castiel’s first moment of that. This moment, standing outside the laundromat, washing his blood-stained clothes, he realizes, for the first time ever, that he is breathing, and  what a frightening though. In that instance,  that breath catches in his chest because he might think, with his now-human mind, how long have I NOT been breathing?

And oh, how amazingly vulnerable and poetic it is. An angel, needing to breathe. More than anything else, that hits it home HARD for me, and potentially, Castiel too, just how mortal he now is. 

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