why are you so angry at god? ( :/ )
TYRANNOSAUR PROMPTS ⨠ ACCEPTING .
here , settled beneath daylight ’ s watchful rays , dean feels uncomfortably EXPOSED . castiel ’ s gaze slices into him like a razor , carving through flesh and muscle to run its cold , keen edge against the truth which hunkers beneath . and yet . . . incredulity surges as a tide within his breast , his throat ; he wonders how a creature weathered by billions of years ’ passage can be so blind . above them , birds chatter their sharp , tittering melody , unconcerned with the anger and disquiet which thickens the air beneath them . dean ’ s brow raises , borne up by the force of his disbelief . he shakes his head slowly , as though some ANSWER can be found in the small motion , and a mirthless laugh froths at curled lips . still castiel does not rescind his attention ; the angel ’ s head cants to one side in a familiarly awkward , unearthly pose , blue eyes squinted as though to ward off an excess of light .
dean ’ s head lifts , a hard sun cresting over some tumultuous swell . his green eyes are talons which sink their honed points into castiel ’ s earthly form ; barely - bottled emotion drives them deep . when he finally speaks , his voice is brittle with disbelief . “ you seriously gotta ask me that ? ” across the expanse of sparse , depressed grass , a child ’ s dulcet giggle curls toward the sky , a father ’ s deeper tones joining in grounded harmony .
“ after EVERYTHING you ’ ve seen , EVERYTHING you ’ ve been through . ” everything i ’ ve been through . he thinks of titian flames , of smoke belching from shattered windows . the weight of sam ’ s lifeless body between his arms , the burgundy stain of demon blood smeared over mouth and jaw . he thinks of forty years of torment , of scars that wrap thick and corded around his soul . of all the innocent souls he wasn ’ t strong enough to save . he imagines billions of years played to this discordant tune , billions upon billions of souls crushed and broken beneath the watchful eye of castiel ’ s god .
“ i think the real question , cas , is WHY AREN ’ T YOU ? ”
