[There is a quiet pause of acknowledgement, and then His fingers touch Castiel's cheek. It is not forgiveness, not quite, but it is no longer unrestrained rage.]
Her soul is precious. Nothing should touch it.
[Said, with the hint that it is not only because she is His Throne.]
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Her soul is precious. Nothing should touch it.
[Said, with the hint that it is not only because she is His Throne.]
You are the only one here to guard it.