#( yee this is me writing castiel after a year ( or more ) )

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takemetochrch asked:

🎁 - a new trench coat for castiel.

holiday inbox memes

[ 🎁 ]    to give my muse a gift  -  bonus if you include what the gift is 

Humans had incredible ways to escape the hopelessness to surround the human nature. Inventive, fascinating creatures, never giving up on hope even when the times are dark. Even when it seems as if there's no God watching over them, they'd find faith not even the ones knowing the truth behind the secrets of this world had. Traditions would be lost in time or altered to different ones, yet the meaning behind the most grand celebrations — the meaning behind Christmas — was indistinguishable: the importance of family. Bound by blood or not, family was the greatest achievement of the human heart. Loving unconditionally, unlimitedly, selflessly in a world where nothing could last forever.

He'd never expect Jack to consider buying him a gift. The Nephilim was still new to humanity ( his own humanity ) and its customs and traditions. Castiel, only the last few years of his life had the chance to celebrate Christmas and this year, would be the first time they'd spend it together in the bunker. Usually, one or all three of them would be working on a case or trying to find a way to prevent another catastrophe. There was little time for rest. And even less for the angel, that paid little to no mind to human holidays. For Sam and Dean, such days continued to hold significance. Tied with memories from their childhood and the inner wish of normalcy, whenever they could, they'd try to take some time off hunting, in order not to lose the little connection they still had to their human nature. Castiel would usually receive a belated gift and would attempt returning it. But never before had they planned Christmas. Jack had made things different for all of them.

Surprise was evident on the angel's face, when he stared at the offered gift. Doubting for a moment this was meant for him. But how could he not? When having lost so much over the years — himself, his wings, his hope — how could he ever ask for more ? For more than being together with the people he cared the most on a day like this. One would settle with little only after having lost everything. Yet, Jack was there, offering him more than he could have imagined. A gesture as if he belonged somewhere. As if he belonged to the family he longed them to be. Peaceful times wouldn't last forever yet these brief moments of happiness were enough to make Castiel feel a tiny piece of it. Of their purpose. As if he was being human, even for a day. As if his dream of having a home to return to — a family — had become true.

A new trenchcoat was his gift to him. Many memories were brought back to Castiel's mind. His old trenchcoat. The coat he'd wear from the first day he stepped on earth after many years, and the day when his course of life would change. The one Dean had kept at the trunk of his car for as long as he had been dead. He came to realize in time that objects could hold special meaning, when linked with certain memories. When his grace was stolen by Metatron, he was left with no choice but to leave it behind. A decision that hadn't been easy. None he'd wear from that point on would be the same. Yet, Jack had given him a gift, unaware of how important it actually was. “ Jack, ” he called his name, a crooked smile appearing on his face for a second. “ Thank you. ” His hand rested on the younger's shoulder, as if to emphasize his last words. “ I'll-I'll be wearing that now. ” Uncertainty still hung on his voice. Was he really worth it? The sentiment behind it?

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