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Okay but what if
Angels are black holes
And their halos are just the light warping around them
Being pulled in by gravity?
And what if they are singing, constantly
In harmonies so deep that
No human could possibly survive listening to their holy hymns?
And what if they are whispering
In ancient tongues, long forgotten
Telling the souls they come across
To not be afraid?
But oh, how could one not be afraid
Facing the terrifying beauty
Of so much
Nothingness.
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Now what if
Castiel, Angel of Thursdays
Was such a black hole
A multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent
A being almost as old as time itself
The center of a whole galaxy
With a halo forged from the dust of a thousand dying stars
What a perfect soldier of Heaven would he be?
But think –
Aren’t black holes systems with the highest numbers of entropy
Known to man?
Which means
Neither loyalty nor obedience is, what’s ruling Castiel’s conscience –
It is chaos.
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So what if one day
A star was born
A soul burning so bright
That its light almost outweighed all the darkness surrounding it
And the other stars would pale beneath its shine?
A soul that was blessed with Righteousness
For its place was chosen within the course of destiny
A soul that was truly special among all of creation
A soul that was Dean Winchester.
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At first
Castiel refused the mission of rescuing Dean Winchester
He did not want to reach out
Grip him tight
And raise him from perdition
When his light started to fade under hell’s torture
Castiel had only ever managed
To catch glimpses of this light
And it was better this way, because he knew
The singularity at his center could only ever be the end of something
Never the start.
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When Castiel finally laid a hand on the Righteous Man
He knew
He was lost
And so was Dean Winchester
For if you fall in love with an angel
It is much like
Falling into a black hole
You don’t even notice
The gravity
Slowly, steadily pulling you in
You don’t notice
How the only thing waiting for you at the end of this journey
Is your own death
Because
Once you’ve crossed the event horizon
There is no going back.
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Sometimes you just know
How certain things were never meant to be
But, listen –
What if I told you:
It is possible
To create order
From chaos
And light
From darkness.