Final thoughts: tell me about the dream by playedwright
I finished the fic. Final thoughts below the cut. (Spoilers.)

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Final thoughts: tell me about the dream by playedwright
I finished the fic. Final thoughts below the cut. (Spoilers.)
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(17) For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind.
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“Did you—did you wipe my fucking memories?"
Cas tilts his head, little worry lines scrunching between his furrowed brows.
"Of course I did, Dean." A pause. “Are you starting to remember? I was hoping it would stick.”
And oh God, Dean can’t help but hear an unsaid this time tacked onto the end of that sentence. He nods, afraid to open his mouth. “I—”
“Then you must remember doing this to Lisa and Ben. Right?”
Time stops.
“Don’t you remember?” Cas asks again. “We did it to Lisa and Ben, to protect them. We allowed them a chance at happiness. Is that not acceptable? Do you not deserve the same?"
"Yeah—but—but, it's different, you—you can't—" Dean sputters, cognitive abilities completely short-circuiting. He doesn’t even remember Lisa and Ben very well; he can see their faces if he tries, but it’s like looking underwater. The details are fuzzy, but he thinks he knows what happened, and it is not the same as whatever the hell it is that Cas did to him. It’s not.
"There’s no difference," Cas says. Insists. "You loved them, and you wanted them safe. I love you and want you safe. What's so wrong about that, Dean?"
And isn't that the question? What is so wrong about it? There's an unspoken accusation hidden in Cas's words, a woe unto ye hypocrites woven between each consonant and vowel. Why is it only wrong when I do it? When it's done to you? Why is it okay reversed?
Who made you God?
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