“Even after getting my grace back, it wasn’t a case of ‘going back’ to being an angel. It wasn’t regression, just more forward movement. I fell and this was my body. I needed no vessel. This was all of me, and I used to wonder what I was, what that meant.” Anna smiles wryly at him. “Guess I’m a monster.”
Then maybe ‘monster’ is a misnomer, Castiel wants to say. Maybe this place has been miscategorized. The only angel who kept her human soul has confused the workings of the afterlife and so she has been dumped here as a kind of ‘none of the above’. It means nothing. (It means everything.)
Castiel says, “It’s still good to see you.”
This time her smile is genuine, though tired. “It’s good to see you too, brother.”
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