I don’t know where I’m going, I just hope I’m not alone.
This is exactly what I mean about him being so expressive…Cas never had that range of emotion shown on his face. (He actually looks like, well, Misha)
What fucking kills me about that scene, though, is that Castiel wasn’t just deciding between a meal and clean clothes
he was literally staring down at his identity reduced to shambles. That costume stood for so much- drenched in blood or layered over a white hospital get-up or completely in tact, his clothes reflected who he was on a meticulous level. But he’s no longer an angel. He’s no longer Castiel, Angel of the Lord.That trench coat was the mark of his vessel, a stretch of tan over a wavelength of celestial intent.
The hesitance doesn’t come wholly from what to spend his money on. The reluctance he had comes from the very first moment in which Castiel is forced to choose between clinging onto the identity he formed himself four seasons through and whoever he’s going to make himself out to be now that his grace is gone. He’s standing there, literally bare and the clothes he puts on is the donning of a new age for his character.
“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: — you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
when cas finally comes back to the bunker he’s gonna be one tough, grumpy lil shit and he’s gonna have all these weird new skills and he’ll just know all of this cool shit and dean will be like woah son where did you learn all of this stuff and he’ll just be like on the streets, my dude, before making out with him.
