Title: polish up the stars
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: future!fic AU
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: regret
Looking back, years and years (eons, millennia, an epoch and a half) after, Castiel knew where the true fault lay. Of everyone involved, only one person could have stopped it, fixed it, kept it from ever happening.
And that being refused to step in and act, and for that, even long after existence is dust and everything forgotten, Castiel cannot forgive himself.
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If he had understood sooner, if the archangels had seen clearer, if the amulet had worked better, if Joshua had been truthful and not a liar—
If, if, if. If nothing. What's done is done and what's burnt is burnt, and he's alone now. Alone with memories and stardust and so much longing, and even more regret.
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It would be a Thursday, were there still days. It would be a rainy Thursday, and the Winchesters would be driving somewhere, and Castiel is all that's left of the creator, and he decides to recreate what his mistakes destroyed, and so he weaves again the cosmos, and it is a Thursday and Dean sings along to Black Sabbath while Sam complains.
But this time, Castiel swears, he will do it right, and there will be no end.