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So. I tried to draw a diagram of what Castiel looks like in this fic, along with a head shot.
And in the bottom left, what he should actually look like as a full angel.
Some notes on his true form:
- He's made of light.
- It's much, much bigger (Chrysler Building and all) and he has way more arms and wings that are more evenly distributed along his body, instead of all his arms being bunched at one end.
- The feathers and small wings on his head are long and cover more of his faces/head (which are made of white light, not stone) to look like a hood.
- The idea I had was that most of his wings besides the first pair are usually folded down and give the illusion that he's a massive, robed figure.
- All his extra eyes, rings and his halo are projections of light, not made of metal or connected to his body.
And my thoughts when writing is that Castiel is basically fine with his vessel and fine with his true form, but when he's stuck in this middle form he just finds it deeply wrong to be an angelic creature made of meat and metal instead of light. Like...body horror, kind of? For him? I'm not sure if that makes sense. Meanwhile, Dean is just like, "I'm constantly exhausted and deeply traumatized and you're all soft and warm and have become the ultimate hugging machine, so I'm cool with this."
I dunno, I was just having fun with it.