Dean's eyes are both wide and aggressive, disbelieving and guarded, and he doesn't lower the gun.
Cas.
Cas.
It hurts, stabs him in the gut in a way nothing's been able to do since the angel died, and his throat works tightly. His eyes harden.
This is it. This is the trick, this is the trap. Whoever that is, that can't be Cas. Cas is dead- the kind you don't come back from. The kind Dean's spent every moment since mourning until he broke and couldn't anymore. This is a shifter, or a demon. This is a hallucination. This is Wonderland, playing mindgames with him. Even Emmanuel disappeared, and as much as Dean had hated looking at the mirror's face after Cas passed, he'd still torn down everything he could get his hands on in a fit of rage.
Everything that ever was Castiel is gone. He doesn't ask what are you, or how are you doing this or what is this because ultimately, it doesn't matter.
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Dean's eyes are both wide and aggressive, disbelieving and guarded, and he doesn't lower the gun.
Cas.
Cas.
It hurts, stabs him in the gut in a way nothing's been able to do since the angel died, and his throat works tightly. His eyes harden.
This is it. This is the trick, this is the trap. Whoever that is, that can't be Cas. Cas is dead- the kind you don't come back from. The kind Dean's spent every moment since mourning until he broke and couldn't anymore. This is a shifter, or a demon. This is a hallucination. This is Wonderland, playing mindgames with him. Even Emmanuel disappeared, and as much as Dean had hated looking at the mirror's face after Cas passed, he'd still torn down everything he could get his hands on in a fit of rage.
Everything that ever was Castiel is gone. He doesn't ask what are you, or how are you doing this or what is this because ultimately, it doesn't matter.
He cocks his gun.