om there somewhere there's a universe where season 9
went right. Where Cas first sat at the side of the road and
watched the misty sun rise on his tired human face, where
he screwed up using a microwave and Sam rescued him.
where he marvelled at the growth of facial hair and Dean
chuckled and noogied his bristly cheek: a universe where he
learned to swim, first scabbed his knee, learned what it’s like
to cry at something flctlonal, and Charlie explained why; a
universe where he went after Metatron without his grace,
without a flock or an army, without anything except a trunk
full of weapons and two smart little boys who grew up
heroes. A universe where Cas is a friend. not a plotline.