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With a grin on his face and a lollipop between his lips, he watches and observes the man his baby brother has become. Watches as Metatron puts him in that state of hallucination and even goes so far as to watch the vision itself, watches the way this Cas interacts with this him.
He’s hit with a pang of sadness that it couldn’t really be him. Cassie is his favorite brother and everything this fake-Gabriel tells him is completely true, everything he wishes that he could become corporeal long enough to tell him himself. Castiel was always his favorite because he was different. It can get lonely feeling like you’re the only angel who understands free will. But Cas understands, and Gabriel loves him for it.
He’s always been different, Gabriel muses to himself. He was able to recognize it back even when Cas was a fledgling: Cas was able to feel things the other angels couldn’t, things like empathy and a love that was genuine instead of the artificial stuff that was pumped into their grace. Little Cassie was the one who cried when the other children stomped on the bugs on the playground, pleaded with the other kids and told them that all life was precious, no matter how small. And then Gabriel was the one to wrap Cas in his wings to consul him, tell him that he was absolutely right and the other kids just didn’t see things the way he did.
Cas just… loves. Is and always has been so full of love. It only makes sense that he would be the one to fall in love with a human.
It’s hard not to feel broken
when it’s always quiet enough
to hear your pieces rattle.