#’they went to space’ he thinks#these creatures of flesh and bone and blood and fragile nerves and paper skin went into the vastness#with only a metal shell and a boundless hope#they wrote poems about the stars for ten thousand years#dreamed of soaring with them: something angels do effortlessly#’angels’ he thinks ‘have never built a spaceship’#they have never had to build a bridge or dam a river or dig the stones from a field to plant their crops#they have never had to learn from bruises and skinned knees#it makes him think of anna#the lessons she gained as a human child#a sense of fairness from being picked last at softball#a sense of grief from finding a baby bird fallen from its nest#all children dream of space at least once#even anna#and now even castiel#dreaming of touching the sky as only humans can#in their imperfect climb to heaven (via robotmango)