[ Vanitas has known Dean was special, ever since he first laid eyes on him. Since they got into that little fist fight, since he had a taste of the unique shape of his Light and Darkness. He can't help but be fascinated by Castiel's little family— what a strange mix of what he knows, the black and white of Vanitas' reality swirled together in these people.
And this explains some of it. Dean's Darkness runs deep, but inside him is the unfiltered kind of Light that Castiel contains. Something that isn't his own— and Vanitas knows this sort of thing well.
Sora carried Ventus in his heart. He'd carried Vanitas, too. That must be how this works&mdsah; how he locked Michael away in part of himself. Is that angel still there? If Vanitas reached inside him, could he pull Dean apart and release that otherworldly being, the same way he'd done with Castiel?
This opal doesn't find the ground again, and it doesn't find Dean either. It tucks away into Vanitas' pocket, accompanied by a little smirk. ]
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And this explains some of it. Dean's Darkness runs deep, but inside him is the unfiltered kind of Light that Castiel contains. Something that isn't his own— and Vanitas knows this sort of thing well.
Sora carried Ventus in his heart. He'd carried Vanitas, too. That must be how this works&mdsah; how he locked Michael away in part of himself. Is that angel still there? If Vanitas reached inside him, could he pull Dean apart and release that otherworldly being, the same way he'd done with Castiel?
This opal doesn't find the ground again, and it doesn't find Dean either. It tucks away into Vanitas' pocket, accompanied by a little smirk. ]