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scruffnfeathers-- and then, suddenly, Castiel wasn't exploded. Not only that, he was, like, himself again.
More himself than he'd felt since before he'd ever first arrived in Fandom.
Hot damn, that felt good.
For instance, there was Dean, looking like so much raw hamburger slumped against his car. It wasn't very pretty, but Castiel totally wasn't worried, because he could totally magic Dean's face back together. He flexed his wings -- invisibly, he could potentially fix any burned out eyeballs, but, well, he'd rather not have to try -- and smiled to himself, then reached for Dean's face.
"Cas," said Dean. "You're alive?"
Castiel smiled faintly again. "I'm better than that." And he made Dean's face whole, then turned to bring Bobby Singer back to life.
"Cas," said Dean again. "Are you God?"
. . . Right, so maybe there was some brain damage that Castiel hadn't managed to fix.
"No. No I'm not." He helped Dean to his feet.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I suppose I'll go back to Heaven." He could try to find Fandom, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get a nice long, boring break like that again any time soon. "With Michael in the cage along with Lucifer, it's likely to be anarchy."
"So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?"
"It would seem so." Castiel tilted his head. "I may have to get a hat."
Dean stared at him, but Castiel had gotten quite used to that reaction since he'd exploded the first time. He turned to Bobby. "You'll take care of my cats while I'm gone." It wasn't a question.
"You mean those varmints infesting my junk yard are yours?"
"No, the ones hunting the 'varmints' are." He'd have to stop in and check on them frequently. He nodded to both of them, then took wing, headed for Heaven and whatever the Lord had planned for him next.
You know, with a quick detour first through Thailand.
If the Lord minded, he wouldn't have bothered bringing Castiel back.
[ooc: generally establishy, but unlike canon I kinda figure that since Castiel's clothes came back in one piece, his cellphone probably did, too.]
More himself than he'd felt since before he'd ever first arrived in Fandom.
Hot damn, that felt good.
For instance, there was Dean, looking like so much raw hamburger slumped against his car. It wasn't very pretty, but Castiel totally wasn't worried, because he could totally magic Dean's face back together. He flexed his wings -- invisibly, he could potentially fix any burned out eyeballs, but, well, he'd rather not have to try -- and smiled to himself, then reached for Dean's face.
"Cas," said Dean. "You're alive?"
Castiel smiled faintly again. "I'm better than that." And he made Dean's face whole, then turned to bring Bobby Singer back to life.
"Cas," said Dean again. "Are you God?"
. . . Right, so maybe there was some brain damage that Castiel hadn't managed to fix.
"No. No I'm not." He helped Dean to his feet.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I suppose I'll go back to Heaven." He could try to find Fandom, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to get a nice long, boring break like that again any time soon. "With Michael in the cage along with Lucifer, it's likely to be anarchy."
"So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?"
"It would seem so." Castiel tilted his head. "I may have to get a hat."
Dean stared at him, but Castiel had gotten quite used to that reaction since he'd exploded the first time. He turned to Bobby. "You'll take care of my cats while I'm gone." It wasn't a question.
"You mean those varmints infesting my junk yard are yours?"
"No, the ones hunting the 'varmints' are." He'd have to stop in and check on them frequently. He nodded to both of them, then took wing, headed for Heaven and whatever the Lord had planned for him next.
You know, with a quick detour first through Thailand.
If the Lord minded, he wouldn't have bothered bringing Castiel back.
[ooc: generally establishy, but unlike canon I kinda figure that since Castiel's clothes came back in one piece, his cellphone probably did, too.]
