@torngrace : 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈， 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝚈 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴， 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙰 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 .
𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳． for a while, castiel watches it like he’s barely sure of what to do with it, fascinated but half-wary. the diner is dimly lit and almost empty. thankfully, none of the personnel had neared their table in a surge of professionalism to ask them if the drinks were alright, if they needed anything else. actually, they were left pleasantly alone almost since they sat down in front of each other; something castiel, looking into the blur of light and moving reflections mirrored in the glass window, could be grateful for. it’s almost disarming, how much has changed since his last visit to earth, over a century ago. he shoots a rapid glance to her - ananiel, anna - over the golden rim of the glass. she looks comfortable, though the withdrawal tensing the harmonious line of her shoulders might have a different say. castiel lets his eyes linger, searching for his old captain in the frame of the red-haired woman. she’s there. it’s hard to see it at first, because her eyes are so different and her voice such a singsong tune, but she’s still ananiel. only that she’s far more at ease than him sitting in a cheap diner in front of a watered down drink.
and she’s actually began to sip her beer, unlike him.
‘ but you were none of those things in truth. not really. ’
castiel’s voice begins quietly hoarse, but anna’s big eyes flick up to him, open and receptive. maybe it’s cruel to say that, to call all that’s been important to her in the last years a wishful lie, but the seraph sees what’s important with other eyes now. ‘ could you ... ’ he struggles. ‘ ... could you dream as humans do? did you really have bad dreams— and good ones? ’
