His foot ached the way it always did when it rained or was cold. It had never really healed.
I don't know if you meant it to or not, but this reminded me so much of Frodo trying to recover in the Shire. :-(
He might have said that Dean was foul-mouthed and funny and hedonistic and that he was arrogant and impulsive and foolish and he was compassionate and noble and fearless, he was broken and yet he endured, hard and yet soft and he had loved his brother too much and yet not wisely enough and that he was so painfully, terribly human that when the angels asked Castiel to come with them and away from this place forever he'd had no choice but to refuse and he could have said any of this to the woman beside him. But he didn't.
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This fic pushed all MY buttons! Such beautiful despair, but not without hope.
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I don't know if you meant it to or not, but this reminded me so much of Frodo trying to recover in the Shire. :-(
He might have said that Dean was foul-mouthed and funny and hedonistic and that he was arrogant and impulsive and foolish and he was compassionate and noble and fearless, he was broken and yet he endured, hard and yet soft and he had loved his brother too much and yet not wisely enough and that he was so painfully, terribly human that when the angels asked Castiel to come with them and away from this place forever he'd had no choice but to refuse and he could have said any of this to the woman beside him. But he didn't.
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This fic pushed all MY buttons! Such beautiful despair, but not without hope.