He had imagined, before, when his powers just started to decline, the nauseating weakness of his body getting worse and the sharp pain of hunger and thirst taking hold of his whole being. He imagined being confined to one place and one time, having no escape, imagined his clothing getting dirty and worn and his hands reddening and cracking in the cold.
Never, never had it occurred to Castiel he would have dreams.
Title: Until We Bleed
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