Castiel smiled quietly at the archangel's laughter. He could remember, very distantly, the sound of that laugh (or, well, its multidimensional equivalent) echoing through the streets of the Heavenly city, carefree and infectious.
In his most recent memory, the place had been somber, slightly foreboding, and very, very quiet.
At the reference to Death, Castiel carefully schooled his expression. "I agree." He paused a beat. "But then again, I've done so."
It was no more fun the second time than the first. And if one's own sword was undignified, exploding messily all over friends and allies was hardly an improvement.
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Date: 2011-04-04 03:07 am (UTC)In his most recent memory, the place had been somber, slightly foreboding, and very, very quiet.
At the reference to Death, Castiel carefully schooled his expression. "I agree." He paused a beat. "But then again, I've done so."
It was no more fun the second time than the first. And if one's own sword was undignified, exploding messily all over friends and allies was hardly an improvement.