[ aside from the squint received for probe me, cas shuffles close enough to reach out a hand and tap two fingers to dean’s forehead, the blue of his eyes flaring up with grace pulsing through him.
its bizarre to see himself from dean’s eyes, but a treat to experience his relief and joy when this other-cas shows up. It’s heartwarming, endearing. There’s no cloud of angst or anger over a recent self-sacrifice (also: no kiss), so perhaps the memory issues aren’t exclusive to Cas, or to this planet. Many blanks are filled in, though Cas catches on a detail. ]
I was human. [ he murmurs, refocusing on dean’s eyes from the far-away look he’d worn while watching the memory. A pinch of envy bubbles up in the back of his mind for this New Amsterdam Cas and his humanity and his nine months spent with a dean ready to pull him into a passionate kiss. The urge to push further and examine every flicker of memory Dean has from this place is intense, but he relents, pulling his hand back as he observes Dean carefully. ] Was that part of it? Why we—
[ a vague gesture between the two of them. Y’know, the kissing. Since it couldn’t just be that dean always wanted to, clearly. they had nine months of being human, together. the kiss he’d just given him seemed like a big deal, on the tail-end of Castiel’s memories, but he wonders at what motivation from this other life Dean came in with.
And still no chuck. They’ve been bouncing around dimensions like a pinball, without any apparent divine intervention. How the hell does that work? Whatever caused it remains outside both their worlds’ power and New Amsterdam’s. ]
This- between us. [ you know, the thing where we shove our faces together and get really handsy. ] Did we have this in New Amsterdam too?
[ either way, cas isn’t sure how to feel about it, despite the dismay in lacking those memories, and worry over what that implies. ]
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its bizarre to see himself from dean’s eyes, but a treat to experience his relief and joy when this other-cas shows up. It’s heartwarming, endearing. There’s no cloud of angst or anger over a recent self-sacrifice (also: no kiss), so perhaps the memory issues aren’t exclusive to Cas, or to this planet. Many blanks are filled in, though Cas catches on a detail. ]
I was human. [ he murmurs, refocusing on dean’s eyes from the far-away look he’d worn while watching the memory. A pinch of envy bubbles up in the back of his mind for this New Amsterdam Cas and his humanity and his nine months spent with a dean ready to pull him into a passionate kiss. The urge to push further and examine every flicker of memory Dean has from this place is intense, but he relents, pulling his hand back as he observes Dean carefully. ] Was that part of it? Why we—
[ a vague gesture between the two of them. Y’know, the kissing. Since it couldn’t just be that dean always wanted to, clearly. they had nine months of being human, together. the kiss he’d just given him seemed like a big deal, on the tail-end of Castiel’s memories, but he wonders at what motivation from this other life Dean came in with.
And still no chuck. They’ve been bouncing around dimensions like a pinball, without any apparent divine intervention. How the hell does that work? Whatever caused it remains outside both their worlds’ power and New Amsterdam’s. ]
This- between us. [ you know, the thing where we shove our faces together and get really handsy. ] Did we have this in New Amsterdam too?
[ either way, cas isn’t sure how to feel about it, despite the dismay in lacking those memories, and worry over what that implies. ]