Jul 12, 2020
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WIP, 2k, Death!Cas Au
Castiel stepped past Dean’s grandfather, lying sick on his hospital bed. Castiel had never done it before, but he saw no reason why it would not be possible—he stuck his hand out and thought very hard.
He felt himself solidify, and Dean reached out tentatively, hesitantly, as if Castiel were poisonous, and touched the back of his hand.
His fingers were hot, searing flame, burning brighter than anything Castiel had ever known.
Until, that is, Dean punched him in the face.
“That was for my ma,” he said.
