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The pain had always been sufficient enough, had always felt like little slivers of chances at redemption, but the yearning for something more started to ease it's way inside and Castiel feared it had been borne from the void he dared cut from his body, feared what that meant. That deep down, he had already known; that's how he would gain redemption, through his own death, and dammit that became more and more clear as he shuffled to the side of his room, opening the ceiling to floor window that veiled the night, and eased his way up on the ledge, gripping each side of the wall for support as he looked down, choking on his own breath as he sees

Dean’s eyes widen a tad before he starts checking Castiel over, “Where Castiel. Where does it hurt?” He asks him, frantically looking around the angel’s fully clothed body. Castiel can’t help but release an anguished howl, “Everywhere.” And suddenly his legs turn to jelly, dropping him ungracefully, a worthless, muddled heap on the bathroom floor. Dean’s eyes are wide, looking down at Castiel’s extreme reaction, not sure if he should grab the first aid kit or not. Everywhere? He hurt everywhere. Castiel feels tears prick the backs of his eyes as Dean kneels down in front of him, a worried