[ He struggles a lot with writing this, because he's a little ashamed of himself for needing anything, but this place is just so quiet. If not for "Sam" and "Dean", which are totally not the actual human versions, but tiny fireflies that were given to him to pacify him when he arrived, he wouldn't be speaking to her at all. They're so beautiful, and it's bittersweet, it makes him sad, makes him miss what real life, real Creation looks like. ]
My name is Castiel. You don't know me, I suspect, but I have heard of you. You're the one who made the fireflies that I have found so very beautiful since my arrival here.
I would like to speak to you about something, if you have just a moment to spare.
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My name is Castiel. You don't know me, I suspect, but I have heard of you. You're the one who made the fireflies that I have found so very beautiful since my arrival here.
I would like to speak to you about something, if you have just a moment to spare.