"I’m gonna find God. He is out there, Dean."
Except He’s not out there. He’s in Dean, in the forest of his eyes. Along with Heaven. Hell. Purgatory. Castiel’s burning wings, and his extracted grace. The humanity that he’s tried to understand for so long. The tears of blood that he’d shed. The rebellion that’s always been in his heart.
Castiel sees himself in Dean’s eyes. He sees himself, and he sees home.
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