[HQ] fic. G H O S T D A N C E [dean/castiel] — OMPHALOS
Dean tips his head back into the sofa again, his voice so thick it feels like he’s having to force it out through setting glue. “You still an Angel of the Lord, Cas? Or just a generic, small ‘a’ angel now?” He snorts, and it turns into a kind of sob as he turns to look at Cas. “An angel of mercy, maybe, tending to this broken freak here?”
“My Father lives,” Cas says calmly. “You give me my faith back daily.”
“Me? What the fuck do I do?”
Smiling softly, Cas tells him, “What you’ve always done — refuse to do what everyone else thinks that you should.”
» IN POST-APOCALYPTIC ISOLATION, Castiel nurses Dean back to something like his former self, but will a time come when Dean’s recovered—and rediscovered—too much?