That also hurts to admit, though not as much as the other things he'd refused to tell. Castiel places a palm flat on his chest, as if he could feel Jimmy's soul inside of him, but there's nothing. No echo, no whisper.
Castiel's voice is low, a whisper. "I think I may have killed him with what I did." The admission sounds more ragged than it would have when he'd been an angel.
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That also hurts to admit, though not as much as the other things he'd refused to tell. Castiel places a palm flat on his chest, as if he could feel Jimmy's soul inside of him, but there's nothing. No echo, no whisper.
Castiel's voice is low, a whisper. "I think I may have killed him with what I did." The admission sounds more ragged than it would have when he'd been an angel.