With every drag of silk against his fingertips, a wave of light would rise up and fill him, receding only as he pulled his hands back. It was not empty light, or in fact light at all, but particles of a single being, and every cell was a memory, a scent or a taste or a sensation, or an image or an emotion. Dean was deaf and blind, drowning in
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But nearer, much, much nearer, right behind his ear, was the constant murmur of a deeper voice, one that shook windowpanes and light bulbs and the walls of Dean’s heart.I really love this, the descriptions of Dean and Cas's feelings, Cas drowning in things he doesn't yet wholly understand. I adore Sam's inclusion in all this, b/c too many fics neglect Sam,even say Sam and Cas don't like eachother (to which I say, WTF!!!) Sam is central to Dean, which alone makes him central to Cas, but, they have a stand-alone relationship. They've come to respect and care for eachother ( ... )
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