Chapter 2
The light is fading. He is slipping away. He looks for the beat to pull him back, to anchor him. He searches- like a phone trying to find signal while he "waits there, then."
He'll just wait there, then.
But wait for what?- isn't this the part past waiting?-
The dog- the old man- the dog is gone. The old man is in a chair.
Spinning- faster.
He- he needs to find a way to move- time is running out- he's trapped in a thousand Tuesdays.
Pig in a Poke- no wait, he wasn't there- that was a story Dean told.
Sam- a thousand Tuesday, each one without Dean, Dean dying horribly, tragically, impossibly. A piano on his head, a nail to his heart-
Wait- Sam never mentioned a nail to Dean's heart.
Maybe he did- did he?
That would be a funny way to die- Cas died by a nail to his heart- metaphorically. Dean would like that- the metaphor.
No, he wouldn't like the metaphor. He would roll his eyes.
Every memory that flies by, drags Cas in- pain- takes time, energy, stagnation.
Cas needs to move- to get to the man with the deep widow's peak, the gray hair- the car.
If he gets there- he can find out-
What went wrong?
But his body- Jimmy- it's faded, see through. His own arms pass through his own chest and darkness seeps in.
Each moment the heart beat is further away, the time spins on, and Cas fades.
Pig in a poke- brothers in arms- there's something about that. He's not Dean's brother- but he had brothers?
One brother bended the world around him- giving deserts.
Dean loves pie- he forgot to get pie.
Sweet tooth-
Gabriel-
He closes his eyes, reaches out with this mind- turns on angel radio- yells into the void-
Into the empty-
GABRIEL.
He'll just wait here, then.