I say have you ever felt pain.
"Not human pain," he replies. "But yes, Dean. Of course I've felt pain."
I tell him it doesn't count if it's not human pain, because human pain is what reminds you you have a body. And if Castiel is going to be human then he ought to learn about his human body in a human way.
Castiel doesn't say anything.
Half the time he doesn't say anything. And half of that time it's because he knows I'm right about something but he can't admit it. The other half it's because he disagrees but he can't say that either. You can tell by the way his brow crinkles which it is. This time it's because he agrees.
I ask him what would be able to hurt him.
"Not many things," he says, and he puts his hand into his dirty trenchcoat and pulls out a silver dagger. "This is one."
I ask him why he carries around something that could hurt him. He asks why I carry around guns and stakes and knives. Those could all hurt me, too, he says. I don't have an answer for that.
Castiel does not put the dagger back into his coat. He holds it, sort of loosely, in his left hand.
I take a step towards him. He doesn't step away. I put my right hand on the dagger, and Castiel doesn't bat it away. He allows me to slip right past his fingers and grip the handle. He watches my eyes carefully the entire time. Searching for malice. Because even now he doesn't trust me.
I say, you want this, don't you?
He doesn't say anything. The crinkle in his brow speaks for him.
I tell him to hold out his hand, and he does. I take his wrist and I twist it to be palm up. I run my thumb across it. Warm.
I say, focus on the pain.
The tip of the dagger comes it rest in the center of his palm. It twirls. To and fro. A pendulum searching for an answer.
I say it again. Focus.
And I drive the dagger into his palm.
On instinct, he tries to pull away, but I have a white-knuckle grip on his wrist. He stops to marvel at the fact that he had an instinct at all. He watches the blood pool in his palm, run along the heart line, the life line, dribble over the edges and run perfect tracks along the back of his hand before dripping into a puddle on the pavement.
I push harder. The hole in his palm widens. I feel it pushing back against the blade, feel the meat and sinew parting to make way for the silver.
Castiel grunts.
I pull his wrist in closer to me.
I say, focus.
I say, you're just like Jesus now. This hole in your borrowed hand is proof that you're not God's son anymore. You're human. You feel human pain.
"I feel human pain," he repeats.
A mantra.
His hand shivers around the blade.
"Dean."
I say, focus on the pain.
He tries to twist away from me but he can't.
No.
You're here until you die or until God saves you, I tell him.
He tugs again. Still can't get free.
But he says, "I know."
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Dean Winchester and Tyler Durden have the same voice
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ppl trying to make some of these ships all cute n domestic dont seem to understand these characters are insane. they would have sex by standing on opposite sides of the room fully clothed playing mind games
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when are sam and dean gonna investigate the house
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How in god's name am I supposed to answer this
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they'll literally have crowley say anything
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What up!!! We're two cool guys looking for other cool guys who wanna hang out in our party mansion. Nothing sexual. Dudes in good shape encouraged, if you're fat you should be able to find humor in the little things. Again, NOTHING SEXUAL.
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Hi everyone listen to this song and think about Dean thanks
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