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beyondtherift, about a year ago. neverdamseling is used with permission.]
Castiel’s first Christmas in Chicago is rather calming.
There are elements that are missing—Christmas has always been a celebration among the garrison—but it reminds him a lot of home. It isn’t quite Christmas yet—there is still a few days before—but Chicago is already lit up with the color of the season. Thousands of lights color the normally drab and gray buildings, making them stand out in the darkness. The festiveness of the city almost distracts away from what it is, a tumultuous place full of fear and pain, and at the same time, capable of immense joy.
It’s a few days before Christmas, and Castiel is doing what he usually does—sitting quietly on a bench in Grant Park. It is hard to find reasons to break routine in a world where he has yet to find a purpose. There has been some satisfaction in stopping some of the monsters that have fallen through the Rift on various occasions, but there seem to be plenty of people to do that. His knowledge of the world is useless, rebuilding his friendships is tedious and takes more time than he’s willing to give and there is no garrison to return to. He has resigned himself to believing that this is a world where he is almost entirely useless. He is going to have to choose to live as humans do—to become interested in the trivial and mundane. To limit his view of the larger world view.
It is not as easy as it sounds.
( *** )
1039 words
dolcissimo. Set in beyondtherift, about a year ago. neverdamseling is used with permission.]Castiel’s first Christmas in Chicago is rather calming.
There are elements that are missing—Christmas has always been a celebration among the garrison—but it reminds him a lot of home. It isn’t quite Christmas yet—there is still a few days before—but Chicago is already lit up with the color of the season. Thousands of lights color the normally drab and gray buildings, making them stand out in the darkness. The festiveness of the city almost distracts away from what it is, a tumultuous place full of fear and pain, and at the same time, capable of immense joy.
It’s a few days before Christmas, and Castiel is doing what he usually does—sitting quietly on a bench in Grant Park. It is hard to find reasons to break routine in a world where he has yet to find a purpose. There has been some satisfaction in stopping some of the monsters that have fallen through the Rift on various occasions, but there seem to be plenty of people to do that. His knowledge of the world is useless, rebuilding his friendships is tedious and takes more time than he’s willing to give and there is no garrison to return to. He has resigned himself to believing that this is a world where he is almost entirely useless. He is going to have to choose to live as humans do—to become interested in the trivial and mundane. To limit his view of the larger world view.
It is not as easy as it sounds.
( *** )
1039 words
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