[Castiel finally looks up to meet Dean's eyes and allows his full spiritual weight to slip into the room. The air feels heavy, pressure dropping as if just before a violent storm. Thunder rumbles in the distance; rain pit-pats against the windowpanes, clouds gathering with startling speed beneath the previously clear night sky.
Castiel's expression is profoundly sad. The sadness of a thousand lifetimes, the sadness of a million lost souls, wandering and lonely. Castiel wears the sadness like a suit of armor, wields it like a sword.]
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Castiel's expression is profoundly sad. The sadness of a thousand lifetimes, the sadness of a million lost souls, wandering and lonely. Castiel wears the sadness like a suit of armor, wields it like a sword.]
There's no reaching you.
You're finally lost to me.
[He stands.]