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Start with quotations.

That's how this began.

Castiel was never really

Good with words.

They'd never been his thing.

Other people always

Seemed so beautifully,

Intoxicatingly, eloquent.

But when he opened up

His mouth it did not sing.

So he wrote and wrote

And wrote some more.

Until his book was filled

With words of other's tongues.

Yet his words didn't take wing.

Then one day

Our dear Castiel met

A boy named Dean.

And for dear sweet Cas,

His happiness Dean did bring.

And as he pushed his

Ragged old book into

The hands of the boy he

Loved, he smiled and to Dean

His silence began to sing.