[Castiel snaps his fingers and Dean appears on the rack, chained.
He waves his hand and a second figure appears, identical to Castiel in every way but without that hint of madness and power, without the pressure that comes with millions of monstrous souls simmering inside.
That Castiel turns to the nearby table, which is littered with instruments of torture Dean might find familiar. His favorite arsenal of his final ten years in Hell.]
I have no time for this. I'll leave you to discover the truth for yourself.
[God!Castiel vanishes and leaves Dean with the Castiel apparition.]
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He waves his hand and a second figure appears, identical to Castiel in every way but without that hint of madness and power, without the pressure that comes with millions of monstrous souls simmering inside.
That Castiel turns to the nearby table, which is littered with instruments of torture Dean might find familiar. His favorite arsenal of his final ten years in Hell.]
I have no time for this. I'll leave you to discover the truth for yourself.
[God!Castiel vanishes and leaves Dean with the Castiel apparition.]