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[vvaywardangel]

your hand print's on my soul | destiel

@instrumentoflove​

The last thing Castiel remembered was being dragged into the Empty. Then he was inexplicably in Heaven, but not Heaven as he'd last seen it. Jack was quick to fill him on everything that had happened since he died, but Jack, too, wasn't as he'd left him. Cas had come to think of him as a son, and it was clear that was a role that no longer needed filling. Jack, for all intents and purposes, was God now, at least in power. And Castiel had a choice, which was something he'd never been offered in the past. He could stay and help Jack rebuild Heaven, which was badly in need of it, or he could go home to his family.

He wouldn't pretend it was a decision that needed thinking about. The offer to assist with Heaven was open-ended, and if nothing else, he wanted to see the Winchesters again, not least because they'd wandered into a nest of vampires. According to Jack, who was an authority on the subject at this point, it didn't look like that was going to go their way. Cas was curbing his surprise that they'd managed to stay alive this long without help. There was joy in having his wings back unmutilated, and he spun the angel blade in his hand before decapitating a vampire in a skull mask in one smooth motion. Since when did vampires wear masks? Did everyone have a gimmick now?

[vvaywardangel]

feels like home | destiel

@instrumentoflove​

It had quickly become clear that Castiel and Dean weren't the sort of people who could live in each other's pockets. Much as he valued the time with him, neither of them were made that way, too used to having wars to fight and people to save to sit around at home all the time, even when they had the luxury to do that. Cas spent the days helping Jack rebuild heaven, improving the warding around the bunker, or working the occasional case with the Winchesters, and it was nicer than any version of heaven he'd ever seen.

Evenings were for Dean though, and he usually made sure he was home by dinner. Cooking together had turned out to be oddly enjoyable, and he'd learned enough to cook for him once in a while too (with actually edible results). Other times, he just picked something up on his way home because with his wings back, the whole world was basically the limit. One of the first things he'd done was fix the warding so that nothing got in without their permission, so even Cas couldn't just appear inside anymore. He could use his wings just fine once he was in, but otherwise he used the door. He set the takeout bags on the counter and tipped his head to listen for the boys.